FREYA POV
I quickly smoothed down my messy hair and walked toward the bedroom door. I opened it and saw Nana standing there at the entrance, but my eyes immediately darted to the two women standing behind her.
"Good morning, Nana," I said, but my voice trailed off as I took them in.
I didn’t know who they were, but the way they were dressed was… something else. They were wearing tiny, micro-mini skirts that showed off every inch of their thighs. My heart did a strange, uncomfortable flip in my chest, and I just wanted to ask them why on earth they would dress that way.
"Why are—" I started, but I stopped myself just in time.
I couldn’t believe I almost let it slip. I wanted to demand why they would dress like that in a married man’s house. Then, I froze. Seriously? A married man? I th
