Married to my Ex's Father: A tale of revenge

"Jason?" Mia called the moment she got into the house but she didn't get any response. She wondered if nobody was home but then she heard noise coming from upstairs which meant two things: either Jason was ignoring her or the TV was too loud. But then she remembered that he hadn't installed a TV in his room. She made her way slowly up the stairs. "Jason," she called out again, but still she got no response. As Mia drew closer to Jason's room, the noise grew louder and it was clear enough for her to make out what was happening. Her heart pounded faster in her chest as she stood in front of the door. Her fingers were trembling as she put them on the door's knob. She didn't have the courage to open the door. So she turned back around and walked away, Her face soaked with tears. She walked back down to the living room and sat there with her face in her hands. The air around her was taut and tight and it felt like being in Jason's house was constricting her airflow. She grabbed her purs

Later that evening, the sky looked as if it might have a heavy downpour, but Mia didn't care as she made her way out of the house without an umbrella or anything else to protect her from the rain in case it started. She took out her phone to check the address of where she was headed to. Satisfied with the information, she made her way across the street where she flagged down a taxi. She got to the hotel just in time before the party started. She went to the back quickly and got changed. She made her way inside the hotel when a bald, middle aged man walked up to her with a clipboard in hand. "Are you Mia Anderson?" The man said. "Yes I am," Mia responded nervously. "You're ten minutes late." The man bellowed. Mia looked around clueless, "But the party hasn't even started yet.""I said you're ten minutes late. Did you see the agreed time that was sent to your email? If you don't want to get sent home, you better learn how to stick to the agreement." The man said and walked away. M

The following morning, Logan found himself rudely awakened by the intrusive beams of sunlight that managed to slip through the cracks of his curtains. Groaning, he attempted to shield his eyes with his arm, but the persistent rays persisted in their mission to rouse him from slumber. With a resigned sigh, he finally yielded to the morning light, reluctantly opening his eyes. He rubbed his eyes as the event from last night eluded him. This wasn't the first he had had too much to drink. He was about to sit upright when he noticed that something on his chest kept him from moving. He looked down and was beyond shocked to find a girl sleeping on his chest. So as not to wake her up, he carefully peeled her off his chest and got up from the bed. He felt a cold breeze on his groin, he looked and realized he was naked. "What!" He exclaimed as he took a towel and wrapped it around his waist. "What exactly happened here?" He questioned no one in particular. The lady's eyes started to flutter