I didn't spare the sound a second thought. I walked straight past the master bedroom toward the guest room next door.
Yolanda scrambled after me, panic flaring in her eyes. "You can't stay in this room!"
"Oh?" I stopped in the doorway, spinning to face her. I stepped into her space, forcing her to retreat until her back hit the doorframe.
I leaned in close, staring hard at her seductive, terrified face. "Why not? Are you afraid Lucas might..." I let the sentence hang.
"Impossible!" she shrieked. "Don't you even think about it!"
"Is that so?" A cold smile played on my lips. "Men are fickle creatures, Yolanda. Nothing is guaranteed."
"You... just you wait!"
She slammed the door in my face. The frame rattled.
I chuckled softly. A few vague words and she crumbled. Her insecurity was palpable.
This month was going to be quite the show.
Once silence returned to the hallway, I opened my bag. I took out the miniature surveillance cameras I had prepared. Moving quickly and quietly, I began installing them in every blind spot of the room.
Alex Delgado was determined to reduce me to a glorified servant for his kept woman during her postpartum confinement.