Dominic:
“What do you want, Marcella?” I asked, not bothering to look up from the papers that I was reading on my desk.
“I hear that you’re married. Is that why you’ve been ignoring me for a while?” She asked, and I raised an eyebrow. “You barely went two days without me, and now it seems that you won’t even pass by.”
“You can leave. If no one sent you here, then you can get out.” I said, and she crossed her arms over her chest as she stood, eyeing me carefully. The woman was not going to leave, it seemed. I knew that for fact.
Our eyes met, and I saw the anger in her amber eyes. She shook her head at me and walked toward the desk, sitting on the edge of it, waiting for me to ask her to get off. I got up from my chair and walked toward the bar, making the woman scoff.
“I doubt that
