Chapter 88

Third Person POV

Irene was in the kitchen grabbing a bite to eat when she heard giggling in the parlor. She frowned and started towards the entryway. It’s been quiet around here for the past week, but that was mainly because Matt had been in the hospital. Even when he returned though, the villa appeared quieter than usual. She and Ethan had been spending a lot of time here because of that.

When she reached the parlor door, she heard a familiar voice, and her blood went completely cold.

No….

It couldn’t be.

She pushed the door open, and her entire body froze when she saw Judy seated on the couch and Matt beside her. They were studying, but they were talking about something that made Matt burst into a fit of giggles. Her father was seated in a nearby chair with a grin on his face as he watched the two of them. It made Irene’s stomach twist and turn as she glared at the scene in front of her.

Nobody noticed her entrance yet and she wasn’t sure what to say or do.

Judy wasn’t supposed to be back at this Villa. She had made sure of it. She pinned the blame for Matt’s allergic reaction on Judy. How could her father be so careless and allow her to keep her job like this? She thought she finally got rid of Judy, but she returned looking stronger than ever. She clenched her fists at her side and glared at Judy, unblinking.

Judy eventually felt Irene’s stare and lifted her gaze to meet hers; her smile dropped into a concerned frown.

“Oh, hey, Irene,” Judy said, skeptically as she studied Irene’s furious face.

This got the other’s attention as well; Gavin looked up at his daughter and he also frowned.

“Irene,” he greeted, narrowing his eyes at her. “Everything okay?”

“Daddy, can I talk to you for a minute?” She asked through her teeth as she walked across the parlor and out the other door until she was in the hallway. Gavin reluctantly followed after her, shutting the door behind him. He folded his arms across his chest and watched as his daughter paced the hallway, her eyes fixed on the ground and her breathing heavily as she fought to maintain her temper.

“What’s this about?” Gavin finally asked after what felt like a lifetime of silence.

“How could you let that monster back into our home after what she had done??” Irene finally asked, stopping her pacing to glare at her father.

“Irene—”

“She almost killed Matthew! Does that mean nothing to you??” Irene continued, cutting off Gavin before he could explain himself.

“Irene, listen—”

“No, Dad. YOU listen! She was careless with Matt’s life, and it landed him in the hospital. She cannot be trusted. She needs to go! I never want to see her here again!!” Irene practically shouted.

Gavin sighed and ran his fingers through his hair as he took in his daughter.

“I know you’re upset, but would you just listen to me,” he said calmly.

She finally looked up at him and he saw the moisture in her eyes. He could tell that this was bigger than what she was letting on. But he also knew she wouldn’t talk to him about it; she had to come to him willingly. He couldn’t force it.

“How could you let her back in here, Dad?” She asked, folding her arms across her chest.

“Judy didn’t do anything wrong,” he finally said, his eyes fixed on hers.

She widened her eyes and took a step back, her face going pale. It was a strange reaction, Gavin thought to himself. But he shook the thought out of his head.

“W…what do you mean?” She stammered.

“I mean, she didn’t do anything wrong,” he repeated. “One of the maids confessed to the crime. She wanted compensation for helping me save his life. I banned her from the pack and turned her into a rogue.”

Her mouth fell open as she stared at him.

“A… a maid confessed?” She asked, her voice becoming small.

Irene had no idea how a maid could confess to such a crime when she knew for a fact that the maid had nothing to do with anything. She didn’t do this… Irene was the one who put the peanut butter in the sandwich. She knew the kitchen camera was broken and there was no actual evidence against her or the maid… but somehow, the maid confessed to the crime.

Did the maid somehow know it was Irene, and she was trying to protect her? Or maybe she was trying to protect Judy.

A pit of jealousy formed in the middle of Irene’s stomach. Why would a maid go to great lengths to protect Judy? Was Judy really that much better than Irene? Or maybe Judy blackmailed the maid into taking the fall so she could get her job back and return to seduce Ethan.

Anger filled Irene but she tried hard to keep her temper under control while she was in the presence of her father.

“So, Judy did nothing wrong. Therefore, she gets to keep her job. I appreciate your concern, and I’m glad you care for your brother, but lay off Judy, okay?” He asked her firmly, raising his brows.

Her cheeks burned with heat, but she nodded her head.

“Okay,” she murmured. “I’m sorry.”

He gave his daughter a small smile as he pulled her into his arms for a tight hug. She sighed and hugged him back before he released her.

“Are you going out with Ethan tonight?”

She nodded and bit her lower lip. She didn’t want Ethan to come here knowing Judy was here. He had been all over Irene this past week with Judy being gone, and now that she had returned, she worried that Ethan would revert back to his old ways and pine after her like a lost puppy.

“Yes,” she said. “I’ll probably spend the night at his place.”

Gavin nodded.

“Just be safe,” he warned. “Oh, by the way, the film crew will be here tomorrow. They are going to be staying in his villa, so I need you to be on your best behavior.”

Irene perked up immediately; she completely forgot about the movie being filmed in their pack.

“Skyla Sinclair will be here, right?” She asked. She couldn’t wait to meet the famous movie star and model. Skyla was her role model, and she had been looking forward to this for months since it was first brought up.

Gavin nodded.

“Yes,” he answered. “Try not to scare her away.”

“Can’t promise anything,” Irene teased.

Gavin smirked, stifling a full smile, as he shook his head at his daughter. He turned away and started back towards the parlor. Irene watched as he disappeared through the door. She walked towards the parlor as well and opened the door just a crack so she could peek into the room, watching Judy warily.

She noticed that Judy visibly lit up when Gavin returned and even Gavin had a smile on his face when he looked at Judy. He said something to her that Irene couldn’t quite hear and it made both Judy and Matt laugh.

They looked like a typical family and it irked Irene. She hated how comfortable and happy they all looked. It was obvious to her that Judy had a thing for her father and it was even more obvious that the feeling was mutual.

As Irene continued to watch their interactions, she started to think of a plan. Skyla Sinclair would soon be arriving at the pack.

Perhaps it was time for things to get stirred up just a little.

A wide grin spread across Irene’s face as she closed the Parlor door.

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Judy’s POV

The last time I wore something sexy to Gavin’s office, it didn’t end well. He rejected me and sent me away, telling me that I was better than this. It was embarrassing and I vowed to never put myself in that position again. But since then, I had sex with Gavin, and I was living in his mansion. I felt like things were different between us.

With Skyla Sinclair coming to the pack later this evening, I wanted to remind Gavin that I was here to satisfy his needs. I wanted to show him that he didn’t need to stay with someone else, even if she was a famous and gorgeous actress and model. I wanted to show him that I was spicy and that I could keep his interest, even if this thing was casual and we didn’t have a conversation about what we were or what we were doing.

I wore a red lacy bra and panty set, but I put a trench coat over it to cover my body. I did my hair and makeup, so I looked rather beautiful if I did say so myself. As I stood outside of Gavin’s office building in the city, my heart hammered against my chest.

I took a deep breath and entered the building.

It was the same receptionist that was rude to me the last time that I was there. When she looked up at me, she immediately rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest.

“You again?” She murmured.

“I’m here to see Alpha Landry,” I told her, trying not to sound as nervous as I felt.

“Well, you can’t,” she muttered.

“I’m sorry, is he in a meeting?” I asked innocently.

“No, but he doesn’t want to see you,” she muttered. My eyes grew large.

“What?” I asked.

She smirked and leaned back in her seat.

“He specifically said he doesn’t want Judy Montague to return to his office. Any further questions?”