*Chloe*

I yanked the sheets over myself and buried the phone under my butt. How much had Sylvia seen? Had she seen the face on the other end of the call?

Had she seen me sex chatting with her father?

Sylvia’s eyes went wider than the moon. She stood there with her jaw hanging open, a look of incredulous disbelief in her eyes.

“Sylvia,” I gasped. “Don’t you know how to knock?”

“You…slut!”

I flinched as if I’d been ...