Timothy sang his way off his seat and headed out of the office.
“Why didn't you make it yesterday?” Vincent asked curiously while pretending to be focused as he slipped through some pages of a random book he picked up.
Timothy had an interesting smile when he turned around. He could see through the hardened face Vincent had.
“Oh,” he chuckled. “It's a bit private but very, very delicious”, he rubbed against the cut on his lip and everything played out in Vincent’s head ‘the smudged lipstick on Isabella's face’.
‘How disgusting! She couldn't even wipe that off her face’ His thoughts suffocated him.
He felt he was to be blamed for not letting her know he was more into women. He tried to move all the blame to himself so he could easily look past this. He knew what he had done in the pas
