Betrayal isn’t in the past, it’s sitting right across the table.
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"Have you f****d this b***h?"
The words slid off my tongue with a venom I didn't even try to mask. My voice was low, cold, controlled, exactly how I needed it to be. It was kind of quiet that precedes a storm.
Alex froze. His jaw clenched, eyes widening as if he'd just stepped into a trap he didn't see coming
"I know you heard me, Alex," I said, narrowing my eyes at him. "Don't make me ask again."
He licked his lips, eyes flickering to the maid who whimpered beneath me, her face still pressed against the table. Her breath came in fast, ragged gasps. She reeked of fear, and guilt. I didn't need a confession from her. The way she trembled was sufficient.
"Lily.…. just let her go," he cautiously "We
can talk private
