Alex rolled her eyes and stubbed out her cigarette, "You should worry about learning to not stare at a married woman, than worrying about what it is to me. That's not very gentlemanly" she spat and Darrell recoiled.
"Sometimes you act like we have a problem with each other. Did I offend you, in a past life or something?"
"Excuse me?"
"Maybe we shouldn't cross each other's path anymore. We're always at loggerheads."
Alex stared at him long and hard. "That's fine by me," she said and turned on her heels.
Darrell sighed and ruffled his hair. She had a way of getting on his nerves. He looked down, and that's when he remembered.
She'd left with his cardigan.
Wilmer Grayson slammed the car door shut and walked to the front door of the mansion. The footman at the front door
