Betrayal isn’t in the past, it’s sitting right across the table.

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"Have you fucked this bitch?"

The words slid off my tongue with a venom I didn't even try to mask. My voice was low, cold, controlled, exactly how I needed it to be. It was kind of quiet that precedes a storm.

Alex froze. His jaw clenched, eyes widening as if he'd just stepped into a trap he didn't see coming

"I know you heard me, Alex," I said, narrowing my eyes at him. "Don't make me ask again."

He licked his lips, eyes flickering to the maid who whimpered beneath me, her face still pressed against the...