ALAN
Reina Summers gets off from annoying me.
I stay up in my dim-lit office, browsing through my laptop to see what a Chanel 25 is, and what it’s worth. I shut the laptop, a tad disappointed. It isn’t even up to ten thousand dollars, so why’s she so happy about it?
I banish the thoughts in my head that continue to tell me to get a more expensive bag for her. Now why the f**k would I do that? She’d probably even shove it back in my face, that woman always finds a way to mess with me.
Sighing, I decide I need a cold swim. It’s 2am, but I need to clear my head. I’ve been pissed all f*****g day. From work to this tempting nanny who decides to rile up my blood pressure whenever I set foot in my own house.
Came home early only to see Jeff’s Mercedes parked in front of my building. Cannot
