Tatiana put on a skimpy, silky white night slip that reached her upper thigh and revealed a hint of her butt.

She ran down the stairs, giggling like an innocent and pure little girl, and called sweetly, “Maverick. Maverick…”

Tatiana paused in her tracks, and the happiness on her face disappeared upon seeing no sign of Maverick in the living room.

The living room was so empty it seemed as if no one had been there the night before.

Aurora’s eyes flashed with disdain, and she ...