I stopped the car in front of the penthouse and leaned back in the seat for a moment. Today had been long and exhausting. Just before I got out, my phone buzzed. I pulled it out and saw a message from Delilah. The attached photo showed a pair of her panties laid out on the bed, the fabric stiff with dried cum stains. Damn. I really had filled her that much, looking at the stains, it must have kept leaking for a while after I left.
I typed a quick "Sorry" and sent it, then got out of the car and handed the keys to the valet. The same valet Ivy had once suspected her mother of seeing. Those two really needed to sort out their issues soon, or Ivy finding out about me was only a matter of time.
"Thanks," I said.
"No problem, Mr. Marlowe."
I walked up the steps and into the hotel. As the automatic doors slid open, something in the corner of my vision caught my attention, something pointed in my direction, and I swore I heard a soft clicking sound, like a camera shutter.
