"By the way, did you smell that?"
Elena had stopped mid-stride, nose wrinkling, head tilting like a curious cat who'd just caught the scent of tuna-flavored betrayal—
Phei looked around the garden. Hedges. Fountains. Perfectly manicured rose bushes glowing under the estate's amber lights like they were judging him personally for every sin he'd committed in the last hour.
"Smell what?" Play dumb. Play dumb. Play fucking dumb. Channel every bad actor in every bad movie ever made. Sell it, you beautiful disaster.
"That… smell." She turned back toward the office building they'd just left, eyes narrowing like she was trying to solve a murder with her nostrils alone. "In my mom's office. It was… weird. Like…"
Like your mother's pussy juice and my cum soaking into her desk like a crime scene souvenir that's gonna need industrial-strength Febreze and a priest.
