Hailey's POV

I opened the door slowly, my hand was trembling on the handle.

Valarie stood there in that tight red dress, her lips curved into a smile that made my skin crawl, she looked like a predator who'd cornered her prey, confident and dangerous.

"Good evening, Hailey," she said sweetly, too sweetly, "is Evans home? I need to discuss some business with him."

My fingers tightened on the door, "Business is handled at the office, this is his home, family only."

"Oh, but Evans and I have such history," she stepped closer, her perfume was overwhelming, "that practically makes me family, don't you think? We shared so many intimate...