Alyssa looked at the pictures and video feeling burning hate in her gut. Turning to look at her spy, she hissed, “This is bullshit!” Holding up her hands, the young girl muttered, “I just did as you asked ma’am.” The 3rd generation Creole-American young girl held out her hand, “And now I require my payment.”
Frowning, Alyssa did pay up, but she wasn’t happy about the results. As the private investigator went to count the stacks Alyssa had shoved at her, she watched the young heiress go through the pictures again.
From casual dates and hanging out in his home, to his parent's anniversary party. Alyssa could see how Tyrone entertained his little plaything, and how it was going. But never had she thought it would go this far.
Seeing Tyrone give a romantic proposal, Alyssa was ready t
