“I honestly cannot understand those women,” Simone let out in a tone of mild dejection as she leaned against William’s frame, on their ride back to the penthouse that evening.
Indeed, she didn’t understand the purpose of their scheming. Sure, they fancied William, but did they really think that was the way to a man’s heart?
Admittedly, Simone didn’t really know what William saw in her to begin with, but that was not the point.
“And why would you want to understand them, Angel?” He chuckled, his gaze as tender as ever, settling over her face lovingly, when she knew all too well how it could act like a sensual caress at times. “If you must know, Carla Summers had a thing for me.”
“Has a thing for you,” she corrected without missing a beat.
“When her father and I were on a business trip,
