Third POV
Things were going according to plan, or at least that was what Gina Wolfe thought when she pushed open the heavy front door of the luxurious matrimonial home that had once belonged to Finnegan and Victoria.
And should still belong to them, but no one was particularly concerned about that now, except the press and Victoria's old antics. Gina had far more important things to think about.
She stepped into the living room and stopped short. Victoria was pressed against the back of the sofa, her dress hiked up around her thighs, moaning softly as Devin kissed her deeply.
His hands moved possessively over her body, one tangled in her hair, the other gripping her waist. Victoria's fingers clutched at his shirt, pulling him closer like she couldn't get enough.
"Oh, for goodness sake." Gina's lips curled in annoyance, eyeing the scene with barely concealed disgust.
