Maeve had hurried out of the mansion so as not to run into Clayton. Her goal was simple, avoid him all through the week and the only way she could do that was to overwork herself.
She needed to shake off the feeling to the aftermath of sex from her mind. She needed to forget everything that had happened and gather all of the courage she needed to face him again.
"Miss Maeve, where were you all night, didn't you get my text?" Becky asked the moment her boss stepped in. The news online about Maeve was disheartening plus Fred and his minions now had been login password.
Thinking about her night, Maeve blushed. How could she get the text when she had Clayton's lips between her legs. The thought of him made her heart flutter in a way.
"My cellphone was turned off because I had to practice my role as asked by the director. What happened?" Maeve cleared her throat.
