A Transactional Demand

TESSA

I slipped through the front door, the lingering warmth of Vaughn's car and the low, intense rumble of his voice still echoing in my mind. The apartment was quiet, but the moment I stepped into the living room, the peaceful silence shattered.

Oscar was sitting on the sofa. The moment his eyes landed on me, he stood up, a wide, eager grin spreading across his face.

“I was waiting for you. G