(Scott's POV)

Jenna? What in the world was she doing in my house? How did she even get in? The last time I saw her, was after cheated on me and moved in with another man in London.

"Nice house you’ve got here, Scott," Jenna said, her voice dripping with feigned sweetness as she stood up from the couch and walked toward me. "I should've known you'd be successful one day. A mansion, a company—I'm sorry I ever doubted you."

She reached out to touch me, but I immediately stepped back, brushing her hand off with a sharp motion.

"How did you get in here?" I asked, my voice edged...