Eric's pov
“How long do you plan to keep that woman here?” Gianna asked, her fingers trailing across the diamonds implanted on her newest and most expensive bracelet, the price for her accepting my apology.
Pulling her closer to my bare chest, I sighed. “She'll be gone before you know it.” I lied smoothly.
“It's already been two weeks, how much longer must I endure her presence?”
She suddenly sat up shooting me a distrustful glare. “You won't even tell me why she's here, it feels like you do not even trust me but you expect me to trust you!”
I pressed my fingers on my forehead massaging the incoming headache as I sat, facing the other side of the bed.
“Are we doing this again tonight, Gihanna?”
She huffed angrily, her voice rising as she spoke. “That's your choice; you can tell me
