Sasha flashed a wicked grin and headed for the marble bathroom. "I'm hopping in the shower," she called out over her shoulder, her hand already reaching for the hem of her tank top.
"I'll be right behind you," I said, my voice low.
But as I reached for my pockets to strip down, my phone vibrated with a frantic, unrelenting rhythm. I pulled it out, expecting a business alert or a tip from Two-bit. Instead, the screen was a wall of notifications from Chloe.
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Druski, who is this woman Monet? She had men come to the apartment and tell me I had to leave. They were terrifying.
Why aren't you answering? Where are you?
I've been waiting for days. Are you okay? Please call me.
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I stared at the screen, the weight of my double life pressing down on me. Monet was marking her territory, sweeping the "distractions" out of my life without even asking. It was a cold, calculated move to remind me who really pulled the strings.
