#Chapter 91 – Secret Hussy

Laila’s eyes dart between me and Tony as she stands perfectly still, clearly trying to come up with some kind of excuse – any excuse - for why she’s in silky lingerie and coming out of Orion’s bedroom. She lets out a pathetic little squeak, her shoulders slumping, as she utterly fails. “Laila!” I hiss as I trip over my own feet in my effort to get to her, my hands already reaching for her shoulders. I glance over my shoulder towards at Orion at the bar – casually making coffee, of all ridiculous things - as I push her back into Orion’s bedroom and follow behind. “Junie, it’s not what you –“ Laila gasps out as she stumbles back. I grab, the door, slamming it shut behind me, wanting privacy. But Anton steps right through the barrier. Laila and I both spin our heads to stare at him, her eyes wide, mine narrowed alongside my snarl that clearly commands him to go away and leave us in peace. “If you think I’m missing this,” Anton says, slipping his hands into his pockets and grinni