MARISSA’S RETURN
Ivy's POV
Loud and obtrusive, the doorbell's sound reverberated throughout the apartment. My gut twisted with uneasiness as I looked up from the book I had been feigning to read. Griffin wasn't home yet, and it was late. Before I could decide whether or not to respond, the door opened.
The voice called out, smooth and seductive, "Griffin Blackwell."
I went cold. It was definitely Marissa's voice.
A few moments later, Griffin emerged, crossing the room to meet her with cautious steps. There was tightness in the set of his jaw, but his expression was inscrutable, a mask of indifference. With her flawlessly done hair and an outfit that fit her figure, Marissa, on the other hand, looked like she had just stepped out of a magazine.
"Why are you in this place?" With a tone
