81 - Take me, Sly

Sly was enthralled, his jaw dropped in shock. His lips rounded as if to say wow but he held back from uttering the word. Since it was the VIP, the men couldn't follow her in but Sly clearly understood that he had a mission to protect Monica. He couldn't in his wildest dream perceive Monica to go to such an extent. However, it didn't mean that he had forgiven her.

"The same thing you are doing here," Monica responded, unfazed. She ambled to the sofa and sat down, her legs crossed. A sting of jealousy absorbed Meg like poison. She craved the effect Monica had on Sly. Monica didn't attempt to touch Sly or anything. Neither had she spared Meg a glance. It was as if she never existed.

Sly's eyes darkened with lust but he controlled himself. "You didn't answer my question. What are you doing here?"

Monica shrugged, her voice calm, "well, I had enough rest during the day and decided that I should hang out a little."

Of course, Sly didn't believe her, "you are lying Monica, you followed me