“Please, can Leah become my personal assistant?” Jennifer asked softly, her voice like always, dripped with false sweetness.

I snapped my attention to her, my anger at her pretentious acts coursing through my veins.

The fact that she had the audacity to shamelessly request that I serve her stunned me.

“Why?” Ethan asked. His cold voice cutting through the air.

I turned to face him, every nerve in my body trembling with rage at the fact that he even considered ...