ALINA
“Can I come in?”
Hell no!
Before I could even answer, Joyce shoved past me and walked straight into the penthouse.
Her eyes widened as she slowly took in the luxurious space, her gaze moving from the expensive furniture to the floor-to-ceiling windows, then to the elegant decorations scattered around the living room. The surprise on her face quickly turned into something closer to envy.
“How are you able to afford a place like this when you only send us peanuts?” she asked, turning to look at me.
I slowly closed the door behind her. “You mean peanuts you didn’t work for?”
Her mouth fell open slightly.
I folded my arms across my chest and stared at her. She had some nerve walking into my home uninvited and then complaining about the money I gave her.
She has always been entit
