The penthouse was quiet, save for the soft jazz music that was coming through Damien's speakers.
I sat cross legged on the couch with my laptop balanced on my thighs as I scrolled through the picture and video files I had taken from Brandon.
The videos were clear. Every moan, every whispered word and every compromising position between Maria and Dad was well captured, even though the video was a bit shaky.
How exactly was one supposed to react to her father's s*x tape?
Especially, only a year and few months after her mother's death.
Oh well.
My fingers hovered over the laptop keys, a sick fascinating drawing me to watch it over and over again.
“You look like you're plotting world domination,” Damien said as he approached me from behind.
His hand settled on my shoulders and
