Chapter 159

Kyra's POV I was rubbing sleep from my eyes and walking to the kitchen when the door opened. Emily came in looking messy, her hair all tangled. She wore only a man's dress shirt that barely covered her legs.Obviously, underneath her was only panties. "What happened to you?" I asked. She smiled in a way that told me everything. "Matt Foster happened." "What?" I said, almost dropping my coffee mug. Emily walked over and sat at the kitchen counter. "Water, please." I gave her a glass. The big shirt she had on smelled like Matt. I knew exactly what had happened between them. "Emily..." I started, but didn't know what to say. She waved her hand dismissively. "Don't worry about me, Kyra. I liked it." I furrowed my brow but held my tongue. Part of me wanted to tell her she didn't need to go this far for our plan, but I knew better than to question her methods. As if reading my thoughts, she added, "This wasn't just for your benefit, by the way. No one forces me to do anything I don't want to