From High Society To His Service

hands soothing the pain of the angry red welts that had been left on Lily's scalp. "You poor dear," she murmured, her voice filled

e asked, her eyes searching Lily's face

oss her face. "No, Mrs. Owen," she said softly.

y smoothing Lily's hair. "Of course, dear,"

their rooms for the night, Lily slipped out of her

ed over the tenderness left behind by Cherry's att

of water in hand. As she made her way through the mansion, the soft moonlight casting

barely making a sound, Greg took a s

ll holding the half-empty glass of

arely above a whisper. "I just wanted to

do it for you, Lily," he said, his eyes remaining fixed on the glass in his hand. "I simpl

r disappointment. "I understand, Mr. Davis," she said, her voice a bi

's face, a subtle shift that was

his voice firm and clear. "But if you insist on thanking

grasp. "Of course, Mr. Davis," she said, her voice a

his voice stopped her short, the wor

ntensity that made her skin prickle with unease. "It would be wise to focus your attention on

lass and stood, his moveme

view, Emma's annoyance

eyes narrowed in defiance. "Maybe he should warn his little gir

Emma turned and stalked off, her foo

figure lurked in the shadows,

n the air like an invisible, intoxicating perfume. Every detail of the living room, from the plush, luxuri

reclined on the couch, her legs crossed and h

a second skin, was none other than Cherry. She held a phone to her ear, her lips

orry, I know exactly what to do. This will all be taken care of, I assure you." "Cherry, the owner of a hi

nd desire satisfied without question. Her boutique, known for its impeccable taste and exclusive cl

l standing, Cherry leaned back on her couc

flashing with a cold determination. "But he'll soon learn that I'm not so easy t

eached for her phone again, her fingers

d smooth. "And I know just the people to help me get what I wan

r on her phone, her ey

rm. "How would you like to do a little business with

that ran deeper than the roots of a century-old

e a cool, calculating whisper. "W

s gleaming like emeralds in th

er voice dripping with honeyed venom. "Something that w

for you?" Evelyn asked, her voice low and gu

laying on her lips as she rel

eetness. "And I need it by tomorrow morning. I'll pay yo

g me to get you a very dangerous substance, Cherry," Evelyn warned, her tone deadly ser

to a cruel smile, her e

my man," she replied, her voice brittle with contempt.

ith concern. "You're dancing with the devil here.

p as a blade, her eyes gli

lken caress. "I'm not planning on using the ful

illed with a mixture of r

If this goes south, it's going to be on you. And trust me, y

oaty chuckle that sent a s

, her voice playful and teasing

hours ticked by and the moon reached its zenith, the clouds that had been gathering