Forbidden Desires Daddy's Favorite Sin
Mom was across the room, laughing with some socialite, oblivious, the happy wife and I was standing two feet from her husband, watching another woman touch him like she had the right.
“Scarlett.”
I turned, it was David Mercer. Simon's right hand man who had calm eyes and a polite smile.
“You look bored,” he said.
“I'm fine.”
*You're lying.” He followed her gaze to Simon and the redhead. “Ah! That.”
I shot a look at him. “What do you mean?”
“Well, for starters, Simon tells me everything. I'm the one person he can trust,” he lowered his voice. “So I do know about the incident.”