Claire
Later in the day, after my triumph over Tom and Jordan, I sat at a corner table in a quiet café, my coffee untouched, waiting for Lisa.
My victory in the bedroom had been fierce, but her shadow lingered— the unresolved problem, a threat that could unravel everything. I’d claimed my men, but Lisa’s blackmail still loomed. Today, I’d end it.
She walked in, eyes wary as she spotted me.
“Claire,” she said, sliding into the seat across from me. “What do you want?”
I leaned forward, voice low and steady.
“You think you can hold that night over me? Expose me to the neighborhood, my family?”
I pulled my phone from my purse, tapping the screen to show a paused video.
"What you didn't know is that there's a camera in our bedroom.”
Lisa’s face paled. “What camera?”
I hit play. T
