Dasha was in her husband’s library when her mother called. She left the door open, just in case her spouse was looking for her. Desmond was used to it, easier for him to know, if he would not find her in their bedroom when he was back from work or somewhere else. Since Dasha loved to read and she had nothing else to do, she would stay there and entertain herself.
That night, he was home late, almost midnight. He had a series of important things that needed his attention and wanted it to be over and done with. But as much as possible, he would always come home before dinner.
“Ma, I already told you! I don’t want to give you any more money, because I know you’re going to gamble and lose everything! Not because I married a very rich man, I’d just give you his money. No, I won’t! And no, I d
