MIGUEL
The whiskey burned as it slid down my throat, but it wasn’t enough to chase away the frustration I was feeling.
I shouldn’t have left her. I didn't want to leave her.
I only wanted to push her, to know if she'd break, to prove to her and myself that I had complete control, that I own her. And yet, it was difficult for me to walk away from her.
Damn it!
Gabriella entered my room and gave me a file. “Are you okay?” She asked after studying my face.
“Yes. Is this the list?”
“Yes, that's the list of everyone attending, so no surprises.” She took a sip from my martini, and looked at me.
I knew that look. “What is it Gabriella?”
“She contacted me. Asked if she can join you as a plus one.”
My eyes darkened. “I told you to cut off all contact with her.”
“She just called. I coul
