Claire
The morning light peeked through the blinds, but I hadn't been able to sleep all night. My mind was a mess, thoughts of Lisa’s smirk, her body under Tom, her hands on Jordan. My men.
Jealousy clawed at me, raw and relentless. She’d tasted what was mine, and I couldn’t let that stand. Today, I’d burn her memory from their minds and make Tom and Jordan know they belonged to me.
I slipped into a black lace lingerie, the fabric hugging my curves like a glove.
Taking my phone, texted Jordan: 'Come over. Now.'
Then I turned to Tom, sprawled in bed, his chest rising slow. “Get up,” I said, voice sharp. “We’re settling this.”
He opened one eye, a smirk tugging his lips.
“What’s got you so worked up, Claire?”
I leaned down, gripping his jaw, nails biting.
“You f****d her in front
