I had already informed my men to let her in when she arrived.
An hour later, she showed up, dressed in a red gown, her hair dyed into brownish blonde. I must confess, I like what she did with the hair, but the fact that she didn’t dress up for me makes me want to smash the wine glass in my hand against the wall.
“Hi,” she greeted breathlessly with a soft smile. “I’m sorry I’m late, the food didn’t get cold right?”
Who is the man that she had to stop by to see first before coming to see me? “You look beautiful.” I complimented her with total honesty; she does look breathtaking.
Clara took a step closer to the living room. “When you say it with that face, I feel far from beautiful.”
Taking my gaze away from her, I stared into the wine glass, staring intently at the liquid to get rid of
