MELISSA
“What’s making you smile like that?” Nicho asked, as he walked into the room. I was standing in front of the dressing mirror with a wide grin on my face as my fingers ran through my hair.
“Who else?” I asked, my face turning to look at him.
“I knew my arrival was going to bring joy to your heart.” Nicho moved closer, placing his hands behind my chair I was seated on.
“This has nothing to do with you, and everything to do with Damien.” I rolled my eyes.
“You just had to speak of the devil and ruin all the fun.”
“My husband isn’t the devil. He’s just a troubled man.”
From the reflection in the mirror, I saw Nicho shake his head continuously.
“You have always been one to make excuses for people and you need to stop doing that.”
“I can’t.” I replied sharply, turning to look at
