The bunny girl laughed softly, her voice playful, "Don’t you think that was exciting?"
"If you hadn’t ended the call so quickly, I would’ve wanted her to hear me with you..."
Clayton’s expression darkened in an instant.
"I warned you, our business is not to be brought up in front of Irene, or you’ll regret it."
But soon, the girl’s hand slid down, and Clayton’s anger quickly turned to desire.
The sounds that followed were too much to bear.
I fought against the rising nausea and quickly closed the video, rushing to the bathroom to vomit.
I recognized the girl in the bunny outfit; her name was Odessa Morgan.
I had encountered her once at Clayton’s house.
I had forgotten something and returned to get it, only to find Odessa sitting on the couch. She sprang to her feet, flustered the moment she saw me.
Clayton quickly explained, "Baby, she rear-ended my car. We were discussing compensation."
Before I could process it further, Clayton kicked her out.
"Go talk to my assistant about it."
Odessa waited downstairs and, with a smile, asked for my contact info.
"Hey, my family bought a place nearby. Looks like we’re neighbors."
She gave me a hopeful look, and I couldn’t bring myself to refuse.
After that, she often shared provocative photos on her Moments, each one drenched in a seductive gaze and a tempting pose.
I grew tired of it and blocked her, but for some reason, I found myself opening her Instagram just now. My eyes froze.
There was a post that I couldn’t scroll past, one that seemed to pull me in deeper.
Every photo oozed a strong, seductive allure.
The most recent selfie was taken at the hotel where Clayton was staying on his business trip tonight.
I hadn’t slept a wink, scrolling through her posts for what felt like hours.
It became clear Odessa’s recent updates were nothing but a blatant flaunt in front of me.
Six months ago, she’d posted: [Came back halfway, my boyfriend almost died of shock, the original plan failed, but he made it up to me the next night at the hotel.]
That incident had nothing to do with a rear-end accident or discussing compensation.
They’d originally planned to fool around at home, but when I showed up, they had to change their plans on the fly.
The following night, Clayton claimed he had to work overtime and stayed out all night.