Loud music blasted all around the mansion. Unconscious, wasted bodies were scattered everywhere, from the pool to the front gates. Walking through the hall on the 2nd floor, carefully maneuvering between making out lovebirds and spaced-out junkies, Mollie stopped before the door with a big Steve Harvey face taped to it. "Don't worry, Steve, they won't come here. You are mine and only mine.", she whispered, a single tear rolling down her cheek. After making sure the door was tightly locked, she g...