My Sister Hid Her Boyfriend Inside My Marketing Firm Until Her Dinner Party

as he processed the numbers. “I didn’t log in those nights. I was asleep. I had my laptop in my briefcase.”

“Where was your briefcase, Jake?” I asked.

He didn’t answer immediately. He looked at Melissa, his expression hardening into something cold and distant.

“I stayed at your apartment those weekends,” Jake said, his voice completely flat. “I left my continue reading …