DEMETRIA
Let’s meet. I want to talk to you, Demetria, please —Mark.
That was the message I read that had me questioning, by Marion. I blocked his number, so now he’s texting from another one. He’s not serious; his time has long passed.
Marion, on the other hand, is just nosy. An arrogant man, yes, but one who lingers in places I don’t expect. For a moment, I even forgot he was in the kitchen with me when the message came through. This attraction between us that keeps pulling me into bed needs to end. Or… should I give him a chance?
I sighed, staring at my reflection in the mirror. Confusion stared back. I need to talk to Anastasia. But first, a shower. At least I don’t have to drive today since Marion is taking me to work.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around me,
