From Their Perfect Victim To Their Worst Nightmare

Synopsis

I got back from a three-month business trip. The moment I stepped inside, a girl I'd never met shoved me back out. She yelled, "Get out! What makes a delivery girl think she can just walk into someone else's house? "You've ruined my wool rug. I'm reporting you. You'll lose your job." For a second, I honestly wondered if I had the wrong apartment and backed away, confused. But that wool rug was the one I'd bought overseas. And the pajamas she was wearing were the custom set I'd made for myself. I checked the door number again. This was definitely my place. Who was she? And what was she doing in my home? "Babe, is that the cake I ordered for you?" My boyfriend, Chris Reed, called from inside. I hadn't told him I was coming back early. I wanted to surprise him. Turned out, he was the one full of surprises. I pushed the door open. The girl's face darkened, her voice dripping with annoyance. "Why are you still here? This is trespassing. I'll call the cops and have you thrown in jail." I laughed, dropped my suitcase inside, and stared her down. "Perfect. Call them. Let's see who really gets taken away," I said. I pulled out my phone to dial the police. She lifted her chin, all attitude. "Go ahead. Like I'm scared of you." Just then, Chris peeked out from the kitchen, holding a pot. "Babe, how many tomatoes do you want in the beef stew?" She pouted, clearly irritated. "All of them. How many times do I have to tell you? Do you even listen?" Chris wiped his forehead, trying to calm her. "My bad," he said. "You can punish me however you want tonight, okay?"