“What are you doing here?” Ayo asked in a chilling tone as he looked at her through the mirror.

Who the fuck let her in? He wondered as she ignored his question and started sashaying around his dressing room.

Her crimson-red long nails touching the clothes his assistant laid on the couch made his stomach churn with disgust.

Did the woman have no shame? He wondered at the way she was dressed. Her slinky extra-short skirt left nothing to the imagination, just as her see-through chiffon top which showed that she was braless underneath.

The coat she had on before she entered was now on the couch as she kept...