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CORRIE

It should have been Devon in that casket, He should have died instead, not my son.

Haven was just four years old and death had to take him from me.

My throat itched as I groaned in pain. I don't know how long it's been, it feels like years since I saw my boy alive and that breaks my heart each time I gaze upon the casket.

And I was to blame as well, he died running into the streets, hoping to see his father. A phone rang, and before I knew it the front door was flung open and I heard screams and gasps only to meet him dead by the roadside. Someone had forged a phone call and lured my Haven to his death.

Haven was my baby, my only hope in this cruel world. There wasn't anything I would have done for him and his last words haunt me anytime I thought about him.

It was my fault for giving him Devon Remington as his father. To think Devon would have at least rushed to see his dying boy. But no, not even once, he was with that slut and didn't even bother to find Haven till now.

Not one day did he call me to ask about Haven and I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't attend the funeral.

Even if he did, I didn't want to see Devon.

I'll strangle him, I'll kill him if he dared show his face before me.

"Corrie." I felt goosebumps all over my body on hearing Devon's voice. Rage built in me, and the only way I could cope was laughing.

This was my defense mechanism.

So Devon really came to see his son, just at his funeral.

"Corrie." Devon called my name once more, I lift myself from the ground till I stood upright and turned to see Devon in a navy blue suit. I noticed a pair of red stilettos heels. I lift my gaze as I turned, of course he would bring Mimi. He had no fucking decency or atom of shame.

A hand grip to my wrist, I slowly turned to see Devon, his face written with guilt as he gripped tightly to me.

I immediately jerked away from his touch, scowling at him.

"I'm sorry." Devon started but I felt indifferent. Sorry wouldn't bring Haven back.

"I called you everyday for the past two months. I didn't hear from you, and you simply think sorry will solve everything? Even though we got a divorce, Haven should be your first priority." I could not hold back the tears as Devon looked more remorseful. His eyes begging for me to coddle him after my scolding, like he was a child.

A laugh escaped from my lips, nothing for funny about this situation but I finally made the realization that I was married to a child not a man.

"Go easy on him Corrie, it's not his fault." Mimi spoke out unretreating from Devon's back, facing me with a slight bump in her stomach the bulge through her red dress.

"We've been busy as you can see." Mimi said rubbing her stomach with a sheepish smile on her face. My eyes darkened and I froze. I sucked in a harsh breath and with every will in my body to turn to see my son's casket but the tears in my eyes made my vision blurry.

I saw the funeral attendants covering my son casket as my voice hitched, I wiped my tears with my arm to go and see Haven one last time.

A hand gripped me once more as I turned to see Mimi.

"Please forgive Devon, Corrie. He's not at fault. If anything, you shouldn't have fought for custody and gave Haven to us." Mimi said, her voice ringing in my head. My brows furrowed in disgust. Why the hell would she utter such. I pull my hand back as it lingered amidst the air.

"My son died and you have no common decency to at least be remorseful?" I raised my voice. If eyes weren't on us before, they were now.

In the most sweetest tone, Mimi replied.

"That's life Corrie, one has to die for another to be born." Mimi said as my blood boiled. Tears stream down my cheek but she pulled me in for a hug, I felt weak, like a cold splash of water was dunked over me.

"Want to know something? I made that call to your apartment that night." Mimi revealed as my body felt numbed, she pulled back a bit holding both my hands as she looked into my eyes.

"Y-You killed my son." I muttered in a whisper wide eyed.

"Did I actually? I was doing Haven a favo—"

'Slap'

It must have been reflex because I didn't register the slap until I saw the redness of Mimi's cheek. Her hand slowly clawed to get face as she immediately starte

d forming tears around her eyes.

"Y-You slapped me?" Her voice broke as she held my gaze.

CORRIE

I lift my hands in the air once again to slap Mimi but Devon stopped me midway.

"Corrie are you out of your mind she's pregnant." Devon's voice was sulken in disappointment as he struggled to stop me.

"I-I can't breathe. It hurts.." Devon let's go of my hand as he runs over to Mimi, his right hand snaked round her waist and his left hand intertwined with hers.

She got even louder to the point I was sure it was just for attention. Everyone gasped running over to Mimi.

"Is she okay?"

"She seems pregnant."

"Why would she slap a pregnant woman?"

"Women supporting women in the mud."

"Is there a doctor in here? Someone's should help her."

Indistinct chatter bounced back and forth as I drowned out the noise and turned to Haven's casket. Even though this was his funeral, it was inevitable that Mimi would be the center of attention. The pallbearers carried Haven's casket and my heart dropped. I didn't get to say goodbye.

"W-Wait.." my voice echoed but they didn't stop as they moved towards the exit.

"Please," my voice fell, I felt a grip to my wrist, I struggled to free from it but it's grip was latched on to me.

I looked back to see Devon, a grim look on his face.

"Let me go." I screamed. "Let me fucking go Devon." My voice cracked as I tried to let myself free, even pinching him.

He flung me toward Mimi, and I hit the polished wooden floor with a thud, sprawled next to her.

"Apologize to my wife." His voice was dark and my eyes trailed to Haven's casket, they carried him away and I didn't even get to tell him how much I loved him.

My palms pressed the bare wooden floor, tears dropped one by one and I felt a bile rise in my throat.

"Apologize or I'll make sure you won't get a single drop of Alimony from me." My tears seemed to flow and I seem to laugh once again.

"I don't need it." I muttered with no emotion in my voice. I rise from my sprawled position as I walked past Devon dragging my feet.

"You do. Don't be stubborn Corrie. This is one of the reasons why Haven died." Devon muttered in a cocky tone, thinking this was one of my tactics to get his attention. My blood boiled, my head hurt the more.

"So you really think I killed my own son with my own hands?" I said turning slightly to face him.

"I didn't say that Corrie, don't put words in my mouth." Devon said in a grunt, a hint of guilt lingering in his voice.

"I'm not putting shit in your mouth. You blatantly accused me of killing Haven, so did that slut." I yelled pointing over to Mimi as two women cater to her.

"My wife is not a slut." Devon raised his voice in intimidation but I could care less. Previously I would be shaking at that tone, trying to appease him but now I didn't have to suck his balls any longer.

"Oh then having an affair with her, behind my back makes her what? Do you prefer homewrecker?" I purposely taunt the both of them as the women besides Mimi immediately let go of her. Disgust etched on their face as they glared at Mimi.

"We were just in love, you have no right to judge us." Mimi barked at me shamelessly, her reply made me Infuriated. I was conversing with idiots.

"You need that money. You spent everything on Haven's funeral. Just apologize and let's part ways." I was appalled at his audacity, yes, I spent everything on Haven's funeral because I didn't want to feel the guilt of not giving him the best even in death.

"If I have to apologize to her, then I don't want your money. I rather die than apologize to that murderer." Devon's eyes widened in surprise. He was probably expecting me to beg him, sprawl at his feet looking pathetic but I wasn't going to give him that feeling.

"You have no house to go to, no money, no friends and no child to drain me of child support. Don't be stubborn. You know you'll die without me, I'm your only family left." Once again that proud tone was sneered at me.

"I worry for you." Devon’s eyes glimmered with a quiet warmth, soft and searching, as though they held the weight of unspoken hope. Waiting in every bathed breath for my approval. For me to be vulnerable once more and depend on him.

I shake my head. "Worry about yourself Devon. Do you really think you'd go scott free after the shit you pulled today? You couldn't even let me mourn my baby in peace." I searched for his gaze

, my eyes burrowing into his.

"I promise you, if not today, one-day Devon. I'll make you wish you were dead."

MIMI

Four years later

My hands flung around him, our voices blending with each other as I let out a moan.

My hips lifted slightly as he thrust his cock inside me in a fast motion. My body felt like it was going to explode as my moans grew louder. Beads of sweat dropped down my neck as I avoided his gaze.

"Look at me, Mimi." My eyes trailed to his sweaty face, a warm redness emanating on my cheeks.

"Who's better, me or Devon?" His movements slowed purposely to spite me.

I grunted internally, buckling my hips to and fro, my moans morphing into exasperated cries. He placed his hands on the sides of my hips and pressed them down, a wicked glint gleaming in his eyes as he hovered over me.

"What's the matter, Mimi? Can't talk?" he snarled at me as I sucked in a harsh breath.

"It's you, Rendolf." Almost immediately, he picked up the pace, thrusting his cock in me relentlessly. Just as I was about to cum, my phone rang.

My head turned to the side to search for it, but Rendolf planted kisses from my neck to my chin and then to my lips as he intertwined his fingers with mine.

I tried pushing him away, but he wouldn’t stop until I shoved him off me.

I look over at Rendolf, a disappointed pout in his lips as I walked to get my phone from my purse.

My heart raced when I saw Devon's name on the screen.

The call fell through as I bit the tip of my finger nail.

Why would he be calling me?

Did he know about Rendolf?

He couldn't, not now.

The phone rings again and Devon's name displayed on the screen. My pale ghostly face only reflected the screen of my phone.

"Answer it." Rendolf suggested.

I turn to him with a frown on my face.

"He could know about us." I whispered as if Devon was close by.

"Or he could not and you're just giving me more reason to suspect you if that call falls through." The transition of my gaze from Rendolf to my screen was seamless. I immediately I slide the call to answer, shakily pressing the phone on my ear.

"Hello." I mutter smoothly, even though I was far from calm.

"Where are you?" Devon yelled, annoyance laced in his tone.

"W-What do you mean?" I stutter turning to Rendolf, who swatted his hand up and down gently, mouthing 'calm down.'

"We are supposed to meet Herod's teacher today. I'm in front of his school building and I don't see a fucking glimpse of you." Devon said as I let out my nervous breath. Though I was still in a tricky situation.

"It's today?" I muttered coyly, my pitch octaves higher.

"What do you mean it's today? You're the one who's been talking about it. Where the fuck are you?" Devon asked once again as I looked back at Rendolf for help.

"You're shopping aren't you?" My heart almost stopped when Devon unexpectedly gave me an excuse.

"I'm sorry baby. It's these new shoes that are on sale, I just had to have it." I explained, tears almost watering in my eyes.

"Just get here as soon as possible." The call ends as immediately take in a deep breath.

How could I be careless to forget about the P.T.A meeting today.

"Don't tell me you're going." Rendolf smirked as I rolled my eyes at him.

"I wouldn't have to go if your son was as smart as Devon." I clicked my tongue. Rendolf shrugged, his shoulder admitting defeat.

"We can't be all be winners, if not for me you might have given Devon a daughter. I solidified your position as Devon's wife, don't forget that." Rendolf boasted letting his superiority complex peek through.

I hated that and wished I could stop this but Rendolf had me wrapped around his finger. I'd given him everything, an apartment, a good position at Devon's company. This affair should have ended long ago but i'd be lying if I didn't admit to loving him or what he did for me.

Rendolf was my secret, something Devon could not control so even if I wanted to leave I couldn't bring myself letting go of the only control I had.

So maybe I did owe him everything.

"How old is Herod anyway?" Rendolf brought out a cigarette while watching me quickly change into my light blue pant suit.

"He just turned four, last month." And slowly he was beginning to morph into his father's semblance.

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"What do you mean he needs a tutor?" I slapped my hand on the desk as Devon tried to pull me back from scratching out the teacher's eyes. Her eyes simmered with panic, her voice breaking as she tried to form a speech but only ended up letting out a guttural cough.

Devon managed to gently belt me back to my seat as he retreat to his.

"M-mrs Remington, Herod is special. He needs extra attention probably from a third party. A tutor would be best fit." Mrs Sullivan stuttered through, her face flushed in crimson.

"My husband isn't the biggest donor of Pinnacle Prep academy for nothing. You teachers are just not doing your fucking jobs and blaming my son for being incompetent. If my Herod is so special why does he need a tutor?" I muttered as Mrs Sullivan went mute fiddling with her fingers.

I scoffed watching her shake, I would demand for her to be fired soon enough.

I and Devon left the office and got into his car. We both sat at the back seat, my arms folded as I peered my gaze at the window.

"Where are the shoes that you bought?" My heart dropped at Devon's question. I calmed down, already an expert of his interrogations.

"They're in my car. I'll show them to you when we get home." I said as his driver starts the car.

"Let's find Haven another school. I'm tired of these low lives telling me my own son is incompetent." My head was still peered against the window. A hand grabbed my thigh, warm breath creeping at my neck.

"Let's get Herod a tutor." I turned to Devon, he didn't look like he was joking.

"All the schools are saying the same thing. If this is our way of helping Devon. Why don't we?" I hated why Devon had to make much sense.

"Besides the school recommended Miss North. She only takes one student per session so we should book her as soon as possible. She'll make our Herod the brightest kid in Pinnacle Prep." I nodded my head at Devon's pep talk.

"Alright then." I relaxed wrapping my hands around Devon as I closed my eyes.

There was nothing to worry but I felt this sulken feeling, I thought it was because I was Instinctively worried about Herod.

So I didn't think much about it.

A week passed and that feeling grew even worse, not once subsiding.

I was insomniac and harboring the worse fucking headache.

"Devon, I think I need to see a doctor. I'm not feeling well." I said looking down at my fingers with Devon by my side.

Miss North was at the gate and she wanted us to hold an interview with us.

I didn't have time to think of how bashful it was because of how drained I've been.

"After we see Miss North, I'll call Doctor Gabriel to come over." Devon touched my thigh warmly as a maid walks in with a woman with red stiletto heels behind her.

A smile crept up my lips out of habit.

The moment the maid moved past Miss North the smile and the light in my eyes crumbled.

My eyes did a double take, my heart thumping as the woman held a black purse with both hands. A white shirt and a colbalt blue skirt.

Devon rise from his seat, the color leaving his face. Which validates the feeling that th

is wasn't an Hallucination.

"Good Afternoon Mr and Mrs Remington, I'm Miss North your son's new tutor." Her eyes sizes the both of us and with a smile on her lips she raised her shoulder.

"But, you both can call me Corrie."

CORRIE

"What is that slut doing here? You brought your ex wife in as Herod's tutor?" Mimi's voice echoed, bouncing back and forth in the room.

My back was pressed beside a partition wall, hidden from the both of them with my red heels in my hand.

Mimi had pulled Devon to a corner and I immediately asked the maid for the restroom and snuck in to eavesdrop.

It wasn't hard finding my way around, I after all, used to be the mistress of this house.

"I didn't know Miss North was Corrie North, she's not the only woman with North as a last name Mimi." Devon's voice grew louder, frustration laced in his voice.

"I don't give a fuck. She's not tutoring my child. I bet she doesn't even have a licence. We need to call the police." Mimi whispered her voice heavy with panic.

"What for?" Devon asked.

"She's here to kill my Herod after she killed her own son. Don't you understand Devon she's here to ruin everything I've worked for." I almost laughed, kill my own son? she's still spreading that crap? And what did she fucking work for?

I was the one who made Devon who he was today, every single prosperous fruit was from my labor, not hers.

I tilt my head getting bored of their argument as I tiptoed away from the partition. I made a pause, my eyes casting over to Herod who just stood there and watched me, not even uttering a single word.

I was nervous, I didn't know what he was thinking or how I would diffuse the situation if I got caught. Getting caught wasn't an option, I waited four years for this, my patience was had already worn thin.

I crotched down to his position, his eyes moving down as I squat.

"Hello Herod." I whispered softly in the most sweetest manner.

"What are you doing here?" I uttered quietly in the most audible tone I could muster.

He was mute still staring me down.

"Which class are you Herod?" I asked.

"One." He muttered.

"You're in pre school one?" I muttered as he nodded. Shoving his hands in his mouth.

I pressed my hand on my chest.

"I'm miss North. I will be your tutor." I said as he nodded.

"Will you, Will mommy love me again?" He asked and to be honest I was quite impressed by his diction.

I squint my eyes shut as I smiled brightly.

"Of course. That's Only if you're a good boy." I pushed his nose, making the eractic noise of a button. He smiled faintly as I rise up with my shoes in my hands. I run my other hand through his hair, ruffling his crown as a red blush blossomed on his cheeks.

"Herod, Get away from her." I froze in my steps as Mimi runs to pick up Herod, backing away from me like I was some killer

"Devon call the police right now." Mimi screamed, looking insane checking if I'd hurt Herod.

"Mimi calm down. Herod is fine. I'm sure Herod was looking for us and she brought him over." Devon said, making things easy for me. As always, making excuses but for once it benefited me. Mimi looked over to me with my heels in my hand.

"She was eavesdropping in our conversation—"

"Mimi, enough." Devon raised his voice and judging from things this may been Mimi's first time getting yelled at.

"You're irritated and you're tired, just go to your room." Mimi retrace her steps slowly with Herod in her hands as she whisked around and walked away with Herod.

Herod made a little wave at me as I returned the gesture.

"Herod likes you." Devon mentioned the obvious. I turned to him, putting on a tight smile.

"It's not that difficult to be friendly with children." I hissed. I guess he wouldn't know because Herod was obligated to like Devon, that was his father.

"How have you been? Where have you been all these years? I searched everywhere for you but it looked as if you disappeared from—"

"I'll start tutoring as from tomorrow. The interview has been concluded." I said coldly cutting off Devon purposely, my voice grim without emotion as I walked bare feet.

"Should I drop you off? We should catch up." He persisted, ignoring my cold hints that I wanted nothing to do with him.

"No need Mr Remington, you're married after all. I don't think your wife will tolerate us having such a relationship."

I could see the battle of confusion in his eyes when I addressed him formally.

I haven't even begun a single part of my plan and he already had that dejected look.

"I'll be off." I dropped my heels to the floor and wore it and immediately made a brisk turn for the exit.

I feel it, his stare on my back as I left him. I made my way to the living room as the from maid gives me my purse. I remember more than four years ago, Devon wouldn't let me have maids at home, he would make me clean the entire mansion and tend to him and Haven. But Mimi gets staff to take care of everything. It's almost laughable.

I left the mansion, called an Uber, it was a long drive but I finally got to my apartment complex. I shut the door behind me and dropped the massive purse by the door.

I walked to the other side of the park to my white board.

A picture of Mimi, Herod, and Devon.

I picked up one picture of Mimi with another man checking out of a hotel.

The more I look at him, the more Herod looks like him. I put the pin the picture on the board. Stepping back to see my investigation coming on nicely.

I took out a piece of hair I plucked from Herod when I patted his head earlier, that I had carefully hid in my pocket.

I

took out my phone and dailed Hatty's number. My eyes glued to Mimi's picture.

"Hello." She answered.

"Hatty, I need you to help me carry out a paternity test."

CORRIE

"I'll bring a sample from Devon on my way back from work." My eyes watch from the corner a black Rolls Royce, matching my pace, it was obvious the driver wanted my attention the moment i left my apartment.

"I'll call you back Hatty, I have something to take care off." I hung up, my eyes never leaving the black car until I paused. The car stopped too as I stared at it's black tinted windows. I immediately start smashing numbers as the call immediately got answered.

"Seems like I'll be late to work Mr Remington, I hope Herod isn't back from school already." I take a breath staring at the car once more.

"He's not." Devon stuttered. "His nanny is picking him up as we speak, you still have time—"

"Good." I interrupted as I hung up, putting my phone in the pocket of my skirt.

I walked to the driver's seat of the tap on the tinted windows of the car. The car windows slowly wind down to see a handsome man sharply dressed in a reddish brown uniform. He had a hat on as he lifts the hat up slightly as a greeting.

"Good afternoon Miss North." The man greeted respectfully with no smile in his eyes. "Good afternoon Abel, is Mr Nash in the back?" The moment I finish my sentence the back seat window wind down as well, presenting Mr Nash.

"Good afternoon Mr Nash." I smiled as he glared at me.

"What's so good about the afternoon if you're ignoring my calls Miss North." He muttered bitterly, his eyes darkening as he spoke.

"I apologize Mr Nash but I was clear about our last meeting. I'm not interested in tutoring your daughter. I take one child per session." I made my reasons clear, his frown deepened.

"I'll pay you triple than what the Remingtons are offering you. If it's money you want, I don't lack in that category." Mr Nash muttered, boasting even, a smile greeting his lips.

"I'm fine with what the Remingtons pay me, it's not really about the money, it's about the family, Mr Nash. I have this particular interest in the Remingtons, I would rather focus my entire attention on the child, even though I'm paid in pennies." The pride has slowly disappeared from Mr Nash's face the moment I said that, then confused ensued. He's was probably wondering what they had that he could never offer me, simply put, it was revenge.

He gave me a long hard stare before staring ahead.

"I suppose that we'll have to revisit this another day. I take it that you're late for work. Let me drop you off." He offered but I would rather walk than get in the same car with this man, he didn't look like he took my rejection lightly and it'll be a shame for me to end up in a ditch before i avenge my son.

"It's fine Mr Nash. The Remingtons isn't too far and I need to see a friend on the way." I smiled, his eyes burrowing into mine to dig out the truth. He let out a sigh as his window winds up so did Abels as they drove off.

I heave a sigh, letting out a deep breath.

I should probably think of moving since he knows where I live, next time he's going to show up in my front door.

You might be wondering who that is, that's Emmette Nash, one of the most influential billionaire in Springville. He moved here Four years ago and since the beginning of the year he's been trying to get me to tutor his Four year old daughter Emery.

Some people say his wife is a secret heiress and that he killed her and built up his wealth using her corpse.

I seem to believe the latter because he avoids any single discussion about his wife and anyone that is hiding something that vague, isn't someone I should keep around.

Even though he's Devon's nemesis in the business world. I keep my distance with one goal in mind.

To bring the Remingtons to complete ruin.

I suck my teeth, wondering what sample of Devon's DNA I should obtain.

His hair strands should be perfect but then a wicked smile crawled it's way up my lips.

That was too easy, I needed a challenge and I already knew what I was going to take.

I stop by a pharmacy on my way to the Remingtons.

I rang the bell as an old woman comes out with a wide grin.

"Hello Young lady, what can I get you?"

"I want the plan b and a sterile tube."

_____

"Let's end here Herod." I hissed shutting the book. I already noticed he was tired since we immediately began the tutorial the moment he got home. He came up late but I seem to have arrived just in time.

He shook his head as I chuckled.

"You're tired, we'll go again tomorrow so you should rest." I patted his head as I shoved my textbook in my bag. Besides I would be tired if I was in preschool learning kindergarten curriculum, the kid is Four years old for goodness sake, what did the parents expect with this kind of pressure?

Herod rubbed his eyes slowly putting his books in his bag.

"I'm going to use the restroom, Herod. I'll be back, but you should call your nanny," I said, watching him nod as he focused on arranging his books. Leaving the study room, I stepped into the long hallway, my heels clicking softly against the floor as I headed to the master bedroom with a specific purpose.

I paused at the door, taking a breath before turning the handle and letting myself in. My eyes immediately landed on Devon sprawled on the bed, his pants unbuttoned, and his hand frozen mid-motion. A video of moans and gasps played loudly on his phone, resting beside him on the sheets.

His face flushed crimson as he scrambled to push the phone away, fumbling to pull up his pants. "C-Corrie..." he stammered, his voice trembling with embarrassment.

"A-are you lost?"

I didn’t answer right away. My gaze lingered on his crotch, where his erection strained beneath the fabric of his pants, the evidence of his arousal impossible to ignore. Finally, I locked eyes with him, stepping closer until I stood at the edge of the bed.

"Poor Devon," I said softly, sliding my hands to the hem of my skirt. "Mimi has you taking care of yourself like this? How cruel." My tone was laced with mock pity as I slowly pushed my underwear down, letting it slide to the floor.

Devon’s breathing grew heavier as his wide eyes followed my every move. "Don't worry, I'm here." I reached for his pants, gripping the zipper and dragging it down in one slow, deliberate motion.

He didn’t stop me, didn’t even try. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing. Without hesitation, I wrapped my lips around him, my tongue gliding over the tip as I teased him with slow, deliberate strokes.

"Fuck," Devon groaned, his head falling back against the pillow as I worked him over. The salty taste of precum hit my tongue, and I pulled away just as quickly as I’d started.

Without giving him a chance to protest, I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself above him. His hands instinctively gripped my thighs as I slid down, taking him inside me. A guttural moan escaped both of us as I began moving, my hips rocking back and forth in a steady rhythm.

His hands traveled to my waist, pulling me closer as I leaned forward, pressing my lips to the side of his neck. My teeth grazed his skin, leaving faint marks as I worked him faster, harder.

"Devon," I groaned, my voice low and sultry, but he was already unraveling beneath me. His breathing turned ragged, and his grip on my hips tightened.

"I'm cumming," he gasped, his body convulsing as he released inside me. The warmth jolted through me, leaving my own frustration simmering. Of course, he didn’t last long. I shouldn’t have expected any better.

I slid off him, biting back my annoyance as I grabbed my panties from the floor. "I-I shouldn’t have done that," I said, feigning regret as I hurriedly adjusted my skirt and bolted for the nearest restroom.

The maid directed me to a guest bathroom down the hall, and once inside, I locked the door behind me. Pulling out the Plan B pill I’d bought earlier, I swallowed it quickly before getting to work. I scraped the remnants of Devon’s cum from my legs, carefully transferring it into the sterile tube I’d brought with me.

I washed the rest away in the sink, holding the tube in my hand with a victorious smirk. One step closer.

Leaving the restroom, I made my way back to collect my purse. The timing was perfect—just as I reached the entrance, Mimi walked in.

"Good evening, Mrs. Remington. I see you went shopping?" I said, noting the branded paper bag in her hand.

"Not really. I just came back from a pool party one of my friends hosted. This is just a goody bag. I can see why you'll confuse it though, you've never been to one even though you've been surrounded by wealth all your life." Her eyes glistened at her attempt to shame me as I tried to hold back the four words that can have her lose her mind at this moment.

The words, I fucked your husband.

I only smiled, maintaining self control.

"Good for you Mrs Remington. Herod was such a good boy today. He's such a darling." I praised her, her eyes gleaming with pride.

"I hope you actually did your job and didn't try to seduce my husband." She muttered jokingly but I could see the fear in her eyes.

"Corrie." Devon called as I turned my back to him. He was already changed into a different brand of pants and a turtle neck top. His eyes trailed to Mimi and then back at me. "Thank you for today, with Herod I mean." He said as I nodded.

"No, thank you for making my job easier. It would have been difficult if you weren't around." I smiled but not as much as Devon did.

Mimi was suspicious as she immediately clung to Devon.

"I'll be on my way Mr and

Mrs Remington." I turned my back immediately heading out the exit.

But I knew one thing, I didn't need to look back but Devon's eyes rarely escaped by back.