She was fire.
I was ice.
Everyone bows down to me, except one person.
The woman that keeps denying me.
I intend to change that.
Soon, she'll be the one on her knees.
There was no angel perched on my shoulder.
Only the devil to push me over the edge.
Shoving me into the pit of darkness.
Where I would lose myself in Lydia.
She was exactly how I loved my women.
Feisty and full of fire.
Desireé held my hand as we made our way back to the party. As we entered the ballroom, Desireé gasped when she saw Alejandro down on his knees with his head cast down.
“Tate, what is this?” She whispered.
“This, my love, is our retribution. I made a promise to my wife and I don’t intend to br……