I pushed open the bedroom door.
They were still in bed—Marcus propped against the headboard, some blonde I'd never seen curled naked against his chest. Both of them under the expensive silk sheets I'd bought. I could see her bare breasts pressed against his side, his arm around her shoulders possessively.
They looked up when the door opened.
Marcus's face cycled through confusion, recognition, and then pure horror in the span of three seconds.
"Ava—" He scrambled upright, sheets pooling around his waist, revealing his softening c**k still glistening with what they'd just done. "What are you—you're not supposed to—"
"Flight came in early." My voice was perfectly calm. Cold as winter. "Thought I'd surprise you. Looks like I succeeded."
The blonde grabbed for the sheet, trying to cover
