"Little vixen, what was all that trouble for just now?"
The bunny girl laughed softly, her voice playful, "Don’t you think that was exciting?"
"If you hadn’t ended the call so quickly, I would’ve wanted her to hear me with you..."
Clayton’s expression darkened in an instant.
"I warned you, our business is not to be brought up in front of Irene, or you’ll regret it."
But soon, the girl’s hand slid down, and Clayton’s anger quickly turned to desire.
The sounds that followed were too much to bear.
I fought against the rising nausea and quickly closed the video, rushing to the bathroom to vomit.
I recognized the girl in the bunny outfit; her name was Odessa Morgan.
I had encountered her once at Clayton’s house.
I had forgotten something and returned to get it, only to find Odessa sitting on the couch. She sprang to her feet, flustered the moment she saw me.
Clayton quickly explained, "Baby, she rear-ended my car. We were discussing compensation."
Before I could process it further, Clayton kicked her out.
"Go talk to my assistant about it."
Odessa waited downstairs and, with a smile, asked for my contact info.
"Hey, my family bought a place nearby. Looks like we’re neighbors."