Chapter 29: The Escort
"A woman may be as wicked as she likes, but if she isn't pretty, it won't do her much good"
-William Somerset Maugham-
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Adriana bit her lips, an unsettling frown appeared on her beautiful face, she went back and forth between gazing at her wrist watch and the screen. She had been checking her phone for twenty minutes straight yet there was no reply from Miguel. He must have opened his phone, even if he was away on a business trip, he would always take his personal phone with him, he could not live with the device after all. He owned two for a reason. Besides she had known him well by then, he would check the messages he had every two hours, it was a habit of his.
The signs were as clear as day. He was ignoring her, after their fight the other day,
