Jerry’s stepsister called him away on her very first night in the house.
“Brother, there are bugs in my room…”
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She lifted her white lace nightgown, revealing red marks dotting her legs.
Without a word, Jerry rolled out of bed and spent half the night hunting insects for her.
I couldn’t sleep.
So I summoned a dozen male models of various styles.
“Whoever gets me to sleep first gets this black card.”
To lull me to sleep, the models pulled out every trick in the book.
One sang ballads, another told stories, and a third played the grand piano in the corner.
The piano notes drew Jerry over.
His face darkened as he slammed the door against the wall.
“Get out!”
The models glanced at me for confirmation before filing out.
They even politely shut the door behind them.
“Pamela, was it appropriate to call them over at this hour?”
Jerry looked exhausted as he stared at me.
Behind him, Nicole still wore that same white nightgown–now sporting fresh, suspicious red marks near her collar.
My heart plummeted.
“Inappropriate?
Your sister gets bugs and calls you, but I can’t call models when I can’t sleep?
Or does Nicole want a few models to hunt insects under her covers too?”
Nicole flushed. “Watch your mouth! I’m not some loose woman like you!”
“Personally, I think someone who lures her brother away for midnight flirtations is far more disgraceful than hiring models.”
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Chapter 1
The barb struck home. Nicole snarled,
“Who are you calling disgraceful? You’re the socialite who sleeps around! Probably riddled with diseases.
Nobody beats you at being trashy!”
“Still better than a pathetic hanger–on throwing herself at her brother!
The kicker? Even when served on a platter, he won’t touch you.”
I aimed straight at her sore spot.
Suddenly Nicole’s palm smacked my cheek.
I raised my hand to strike back, but Jerry wrapped his arms around me from behind. “Pamela, she’s young. Let it go, okay?”
Just then, Nicole slapped me again.
Seeing my expression freeze, Jerry immediately released me. He hoisted Nicole over his shoulder. “I’ll put her to bed first.”
He returned soon after.
I remained standing, cheek swollen.
Guilt flickered across his face as he reached to touch it. I dodged.
“Sorry, honey. I’ll make it up to you for Nicole.”
I stared coldly. “Jerry, remember your proposal vows?”
Back then, I was famously commitment–phobic–planning to romance freely forever.
When I tried breaking up after dating Jerry, he refused outright.
He’d pleaded, “Tell me what you want me to be. But I’ll be the only one you love.
No one could ever love you more than I do, Pamela.”
I’d melted.
Yet barely six months into marriage, he’d picked Nicole over me repeatedly.
“My fault.”
He apologized again.
“Fine. Send her away tomorrow. Or I leave.”
“Whatever you say, honey.” Jerry kissed my fingertips. “Which model type did you like best last night?
I’ll go change.”
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06:16
He kept me awake for hours before letting me sleep.
I dragged myself to lunch the next afternoon.
I was shocked to see Nicole in the living room again.
She stood beside Jerry, beaming with joy, and greeted me, “Sis, we’ve cooked dinner.”
I froze on the stairs, unable to take another step.
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