I want to see Dillon!

Narrator's POV

Dillon wasn't shocked to meet his mother and Mirabel in his house when he stepped into the house. He had been expecting them since he hadn't picked up Mirabel's calls for two days nor returned them.

Ivy looked at him, puzzled, and he returned a reassuring glance. "Go upstairs," He said in a lowered tone. Ivy nodded and strode to the bedroom.

Watching her go to Dillon's master bedroom, Mirabel dug nails into her skin. She clutched her teeth and was looking at her with killing intent.

She flared up as soon as Ivy closed the bedroom door behind her.

"What is that slut looking for here?" She asked, breathing laboriously because of anger.

"Here? Does my mansion look like yours?"

Dillon threw back mercilessly. His response shocked both his mother and Mirabel. He walked to his bar, poured himself a glass of Baron wine, and footed back to where they were seated. He took his seat on the couch opposite them.

"Mother! Did you see that? She is the reason he's been negl