The prospect of having two women cater to my every whim simultaneously was an intoxicating thought, though not entirely a novel experience in the life I was now leading. However, the context of this particular arrangement added a layer of illicit thrill that made my blood sing. One of them was Jennifer Arnoyd, my sophisticated old classmate and the secret architect of my current fortune; the other was Isabel Myer, the high-society predator who had initially tried to ruin me. To think that these two had been a dedicated couple for years, only to find themselves revolving around me, was a testament to the chaotic power I had suddenly acquired.
Even though I hadn't needed to call upon Amy Jensen’s direct intervention to survive the encounter at the hotel, the mere knowledge that she had my b
