Raven’s pov
I still can't get over the woman I met at the bar earlier today. Her eyes were so captivating, and she made me miss my first lover. It is late now, but it seems this was the return of my late wife.
I sat in my car, staring at her phone number, which I had managed to get from one of her co-workers with some token.
Now, with the city light peeping through my window. I typed the number into my phone
I dialled it, which she didn't pick up at first, but I kept on trying. I felt surprised because I had hardly acted this way over a woman; just with some cash, I would have them in my bed.
Something about Tiara made me feel different. “Hello, who am I onto?” Her voice sounded soft.
“Hello, this is Mr Raven,”
“Mr? A wrong number.” She responded simply.
“No, it isn’t. Am I on the
