The echo of Brett's angry departure still hung in the air of Sutton's opulent apartment. The silence that followed was thick with tension, a stark contrast to the volatile energy that had just filled the room. Her shaky knees gave way and she slid down the wall where Brett had slammed her, a slight ache throbbing in her throat, but her expression remained resolute. She felt absolutely no remorse for the lies she had told, no guilt for the manipulation she had employed. Only a burning frustration that her carefully crafted plan had begun to unravel.
Her mind drifted back to the past, a time of reckless abandon and calculated moves. She remembered the heady thrill of juggling three very and mostly inexperienced men, all younger than her, all vying for her attention, all unknowingly connected through her.
