That night at Alvaro's Penthouse two years ago.
Scarlett opened her eyes; she had fallen asleep while reading a book in the living room. When she looked around, she noticed it was already late at night and nobody had cared to wake her up.
Pushing her feet down to the ground, Scarlett stretched her body. She didn't expect anyone to care for her. Zyran, she had cheated on. Mila would see her as a threat and probably a psycho for the words she told her. And Wilson...? The man had always been selfish.
Scarlett picked up her book and stood up from the couch, making her way to her room with Wilson. Without knocking, she swung the guest room door open and froze.
There, tangled in each other like snakes in silk, were Wilson and Stephanie. At first, they didn't see her because Wilson was still busy whispering his dirty desires into the ears of a receiving Stephanie. Stephanie was the first to notice Scarlett, and she scowled.
