She was a mistress herself, yet she had the nerve to call others homewreckers now.

As I was laughing, a muffled chuckle sounded from behind me.

Startled, I turned around and met a somewhat carefree and unruly face, smiling mischievously.

He wore a leather jacket and leaned casually against the wall. "You really have unique tastes, Mrs.Blackwood."

I felt a bit guilty, but I quickly brushed it off. "Aren't you the same?"

"I just didn't want to interrupt ...