His mistress
Sluggishly she alighted from the car and walked down the road when a car double crossed her. ivi stood in shock it should not be what she is thinking..
A black army heel shoe stepped down the car exposing her sharp shape, her Ghanian brain and a tiny waist yes ivi Buenavista got them too but this was much obvious that it isn't original..
Ivi stopped on her track and glared at the outcome.. she smiled and extended her hand for a handshake... ivi sneared and looked at her rejecting her offer..
"Do you have no work?"
she frowned at her sudden question.. she withdraw back her hand and walked closer to her.. "I can see that you're rude",
"And I know that you're a rich spoilt brat",
"Hmmm, she has no respect", she smiled.. "Well dear miss Ivanna Alexandra, if I were you I would ask me what do you want",
she said munching her gum.. "What do you want?" ivi repeated after her...
"Good, I want you to listen to me as your master",
ivi breathed. did she just say 'master?'