Ellen POV

Now Kinsley and I were sitting in my living room, with the fireplace lit, making the atmosphere feel bolder. I had my daughter on my lap as I put her back to sleep, looking after her carefully as she was very delicate as she was only a week old.

Kinsley was smoking nearby as we smoked and talked nonsense. “But is it really true that you two never slept together again? Is it true that you only went to bed with him once? That millionaire keeps saying no, but you know you can't ...