"Is he... is he fucking all of them at the same time?" Mary clapped a hand over her mouth as the realization hit her like a bolt of lightning.
The sheer audacity of it left her head spinning. Ross wasn't just wealthy—he was something else entirely.
Her pulse quickened, and her breath came in shallow gasps. This was too much for her to process, too overwhelming.
Yet the thought nagged at her, insistent and unrelenting: she had to see it for herself.
Just one peek, she thought, trembling with both nervousness and excitement. Before she could talk herself out of it, she reached for the door, her fingers shaking.
The door creaked open slowly, and Mary peered through the narrow gap, her curiosity now an unrelenting force.
As the scene inside came into view, her breath hitched, and her heart raced as if it would burst out of her chest.
