Connie Bradley finished the last of her drink, slammed the glass on the table and let out a frustrated sigh.
Some might call her obsessed but she loved Roland more than any woman could do. And she deserved him.
Roland's reactions to her touch infuriated her. But what maddened her was his acknowledgement of loving another woman.
If I can't have you, Roland, then no one else will.
Almost at the same time, Mr Bony trotted in.
“So, what did you find out?” she quickly asked.
“Forgive me, Miss Connie but I don't think this is right. I committed a crime. Prying into someone's private life…”
“Just shut the fuvk up and get on with it! What exactly do I pay you for if you can't even get a small task done without whining like a coward!” Connie slammed.
“Her name is Tiffany Gunners. She
