Ashley and Pamela exchanged looks. Fear filled their gaze.
Had DJ heard them? Why did he call them out that way?
“Who would pay?” DJ asked, walking into the kitchen to join them. He was still panting slightly from his run.
Ashley's and Pamela’s hearts raced as they passed each other fearful looks. They were so engrossed in their fear of being caught that they missed the tease in DJ's voice.
“Um…” Ashley fumbled.
“If I had known you would come here to bother my fiance with work problems, I would have never told she was with me, Pam.” DJ said, walking to the freezer helped himself to a bottle of cold water.
He paused, clinging onto the fridge handle, noticing the tension reeling from both women. “Is everything alright?” His eyes scanned them.
“No. We were just talking about work. Ther
