Tamara stood before the penthouse, never done admiring the house, but she had a bigger concern. She has pressed the bell button countless times, but there has been no response.

“ Is she truly not home?” She wondered, “ Or maybe…this is not where she's staying?”

But Mason had told her that she came out of the house with a man, meaning she's staying here.

“ Maybe she does stay here only when she wants to fuck him.” Her stomach twisted as she thought of that causing her to frown in disgust.

She pressed the bouquet further into her chest, eyeing the flowers like they were her enemies.

She couldn't...