Darcy looked around this exquisite villa slowly, with a greedy light in her eyes.

Sooner or later, she would become the hostess here. Fame, wealth, money, and Waylon would all belong to her.

Alena stood at the door of the study for a moment. She knocked lightly and got consent from the inside before pushing the door in.

Alena looked great when she smiled. She walked quickly to Waylon's side. "Eat first, or the food will be cold later."

Waylon didn't move. He picked up one of her hands and played with her in the palm. "Alena."

He whispered. His dark voice was pleasant and sexy.

Alena's heart missed a...