KYLE
I took the first flight back to Downey immediately after dinner with Mr. Simon. The moment I got into my car, my phone lit up with a call from an unknown number.
“Hello,” I said lightly.
“Hey, baby. Why aren’t you home yet?” Mandy's voice rang out sweetly, like honey with a hint of something else.
“I’m on my way,” I replied coldly.
“Alright, darling. Drive safely, okay?” she purred and I hung up immediately.
I scoffed under my breath and drove into the night. It took longer than usual on the road and it was past three by the time I pulled into the driveway.
And then I saw her.
Mandy stood at the front door in a red, barely-there lingerie that clung to her curves like sin. Her hair fell in deep glossy curls, half-veiling her face, making her eyes smolder with something danger
