Page 38 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

The lights were on.

All of them.

Every window in the house glowed like someone was throwing a party I hadn’t been invited to.

I put the car in park and sat there for a moment, my breathing quickening.

I knew Yahmaria was in New Orleans.

I knew she was moving around again. Knew my father and Victor had shoved her back onto the board like she was some piece they could use to trap me.

But this?

This was different.

This was escalation.

After what happened at Victor’s estate, I didn’t think she’d have the balls to push this far. I’d stood in her father’s yard withguns drawn and made it clear there would be consequences if she came near what was mine.

Yet here she was.

Not visiting.

Not threatening from a distance.

Moving the fuck in.

I got out of the car and walked to the front door.

It was unlocked.

I pushed it open and stepped inside?—

And stopped cold.

Her shit waseverywhere.

Designer luggage stacked in the foyer. Shopping bags from Saks and Neiman Marcus scattered across the marble floor. A pair of red-bottomed heels kicked off near the stairs like she’d just walked in and made herself at home.

Because she had.

My blood went cold.

Then hot.

Then cold again.

The lights burning in every window. The luggage stacked in my foyer. The red bottoms kicked off by the stairs like she had walked in, unpacked, and decided my house was still hers.

I took the stairs two at a time, my footsteps heavy and determined.

The bedroom door was open.

And there she was.

Stretched out acrossmybed like she was posing for a magazine cover, wearing a red negligee that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Her hair was freshly done—long, dark waves cascading over her shoulders. Her makeup was flawless. Her nails were freshly manicured.