Chapter EightZonyai pulled to a red light and looked to Marbella. She was resting her chin on her palm with her elbow on the armrest of the door panel. He could see the worry etched across her face. He couldn’t say that he blamed her being what had happened between her and her husband. She had every right to be worried; there was no telling what Franklin had in store for them.
Zonyai thought back to the day he’d ran into her. It was after her and husband had gotten into it. He was on his way to get his clothes out of the cleaners when he just so happened to run into her.
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Franklin had treated Marbella to a shopping spree and a day of pampering at the spa for her birthday. Once her special day had come to a close, she hit him up to come pick her up but he didn’t answer. After several
