Chapter Four
Adalia pulled up to the house in a Mercedes SLK55 AMG. Trent had bought it for her as a wedding gift. It reeked of luxury and leather, not something she was accustomed to, having come from a humble background. A Mercedes? Hell, she could barely afford a broken down Ford with her own money, and now she had this.
She checked her reflection in the mirror and grimaced. Nice hair, Adalia. Cowlicks are totally in this season. She patted at the offending section until it flattened, then took out her lip gloss and applied a fine, cherry-flavored layer. That’ll do the trick.
The house was lit by external floodlights, highlighting the white walls, including alcoves with potted plants. Yet most of the lights indoors were off, except for the study light and the bedroom.
Trent was in o
