Chapter 91 – Secret Hussy

• Laila’s eyes dart between me and Tony as she stands perfectly still, clearly trying to come up with some kind of excuse – any excuse - for why she’s in silky lingerie and coming out of Orion’s bedroom. She lets out a pathetic little squeak, her shoulders slumping, as she utterly fails.
• “Laila!” I hiss as I trip over my own feet in my effort to get to her, my hands already reaching for her shoulders. I glance over my shoulder towards at Orion at the bar – casually making coffee, of all ridiculous things - as I push her back into Orion’s bedroom and follow behind.
• “Junie, it’s not what you –“ Laila gasps out as she stumbles back. I grab, the door, slamming it shut behind me, wanting privacy.