At one in the morning, the front door finally opened.

Dylan bounced in like an excited puppy, with Marcus trailing behind him.

They flipped on the lights and seemed surprised that I wasn't waiting for them in the living room.

Dylan didn’t care if I was asleep or not. He yelled toward the bedroom, “Do my laundry! I left it on the sofa!”

Then he started reliving the night. “Dad, Ivy is so hot! You have to take me with you again, I fucking love her!”

Marcus chuckled. “Of course. You’ve got good taste. She’s officially the sexiest woman in Hollywood right now.”

He noticed the streamers in the trash and paused for a second before pulling out his phone and wiring a hundred thousand dollars to my account.

As the money hit my account, I was watching them on the hidden security camera I’d hastily installed in a wall lamp.

Marcus loosened his tie, thirsty, but his glass was empty. He opened the fridge to find not a single bottle of water, not a single piece of fruit.

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