Laura pov
It’s 8 at night and I am praying Ace will come today. I had my dinner with a salad. It is getting difficult to have food. An advantage for Ace because he would think these are my dramas and all.
I quietly enjoyed my wine when he entered the house with a bimbo. I am not sure if it’s the same lady, but she was all over Ace. Yeah, who wouldn’t be after riding him… in the ways?
I kept the glass and waited for him to speak anything. But nothing.
‘Let’s go,’ he said to the bimbo and I called him.
‘Can we talk?’ I asked when he stopped before the staircase.
‘You go, I am joining in a moment,’ he said in Italian to his brought bitch. I am feeling to call her a bitch. I mean it’s my husband’s fault.
GOD!
‘Start the fuck up.’ He said in his husky voice. I am already in tears. How can I even talk to him right now?