The Final Seduction novel Chapter 10

Brandon parked the car in front of the mansion. Before he got out, he glanced at his phone again.

He frowned when he realized that Roxanne still hadn't replied to him.

Normally, she would always reply instantly, no matter what he sent her. It was rare for her not to reply, especially after five minutes.

Could she have fallen asleep in the bedroom?

When he got out of the car and was about to head inside, he heard a voice call out, "Brandon."

Brandon froze and looked up. Nicole was standing at the front door and smiling at him. 

"Where'd you go? I've been waiting for you for so long."

Brandon furrowed his brows and instinctively checked his surroundings. He also looked up to check the window of the bedroom he shared with Roxanne to make sure there was no one there. He then quickly grabbed Nicole and pulled her into a corner.

"Why'd you come to my house? Didn't we agree that it would only be me going to your place, and that you can't come here? I don't want Roxanne to find out about this," he said a little frantically.

Nicole only chuckled. "What are you even worried about at this point? Your father's dead, and Roxanne is also—"

Brandon interrupted her. "I've already told you. Both of us are in our mourning periods right now, and we can't let anyone get anything on us. The Slewmans are completely dependent on me now, so you have to think about the bigger picture," he said with a sigh before pushing Nicole away.

"Alright, you should go back for now. I've promised to spend Roxanne's birthday with her. We can talk some other time."

Nicole had more to say, but Brandon didn't give her the chance. He hurried into the house and went straight to the bedroom.

When he got there, he found the door open. He walked in and called out, "Roxanne?"

No one answered him.

Brandon noticed that the bed had been made neatly, as if Roxanne had left for quite a while now.

The house was just too quiet, and he found himself standing there in a daze. Usually, Roxanne would skip and bounce over to him. Even when he pushed her away, she would still persistently cling to his arm and ask him to take a look at her new nightgown.