Nathaniel walked behind the model to an area where they could have an intimate conversation. They stood in the restaurant's garden, hidden from prying eyes.
"When they told me you were getting married, I didn't believe it until I saw the pictures with your fiancée.”
"What do you want Alisson?" Nathaniel knew Alisson all too well. They had been in a relationship of convenience for years with no strings attached, she knew Nathaniel frequented other women, like one of Walt Street's stockbrokers, or the vice president of Mapreco Enterprises; independent women, people with set goals where the illusion of love didn't enter the equation.
"I want to know what you really have with her; I think we know each other well enough for you to pretend that I believe that you are now in love and have t
