He Brought His Mistress Home—So I Threw The Party He Didn’t Expect

like a damp, frightened kitten who had practiced looking damp and frightened, was a woman.

She couldn’t have been more than twenty-two. Her skin was dewy, her eyes wide and vapid, and her hand rested possessively over a distinct bump in her midsection.

“Valerie,” Franco said, his voice booming with a cruelty that felt rehearsed. “This is Jessica. She continue reading …