CHAPTER SIXTEEN

After getting a text from her husband who said he would not be coming home that night, Crystal made her way down the stairs of the mansion and looked at the now quiet place. The party had ended and she was now feeling more free to walk around the house without strangers staring at her.

Crystal walked into the kitchen and found Cyrus sitting at the kitchen island with a cup of coffee in front of him and his tablet in his left hand. She stood at the entrance of the kitchen, staring at how handsome he looked from his side profile. His sharp jawline, pointed nose and blonde hair that fell lazily over his forehead. She glanced down at the sweatpants he was wearing and how it highlighted the bulge poking slightly out of the spot between his legs.

Cyrus made eye contact with her and she stood with her back straightened. His blue eyes were dull and eyelids low. She wondered if he was drunk or high on something. Crystal smiled and walked into the kitchen.

"How was your party?" She asked while