Thane's pov.

Melissa wasted no time on her knees, the moment I walked into my home, she quickly got up and took to her car, her tires screeching as she sped off.

I made a beeline to my liquor cabinet, shrugging off my suit as I poured myself a finger of whiskey. I twirled the glass in my hand, staring into nothing while trying to process everything that had happened in the space of ten minutes.

Something was definitely off with Melissa, but I couldn't wrap my finger around it. Why does she ...