"Officer, has the butler confessed?"
"Mr. Moore, we're still interrogating him. He's being very stubborn. I'll notify you the moment we have something."
Outside the villa, Aaron hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and then walked inside.
He didn't see Fiona. He didn't go looking for her either.
Rubbing his throbbing temples, he walked into his bedroom, intending to rest.
To his surprise, when he lifted the blanket, Fiona was lying there almost unclothed, looking alluring.
Her voice was soft and coquettish.
"Aaron, you're finally back..."
Aaron's throat tightened, and he took a step back.
"Fiona, what are you doing?"
Fiona got down from the bed barefoot, swaying her hips as she threw herself into his arms.
Her pale skin glowed in the dim light, temptingly soft, inviting.
"Aa
