That was always the case, for she loved him. Or so he thought smugly. Yet he was wrong. Even after he’d finished his fruits, Yvonne didn’t call him. That made hirn uneasy.
Willow came over with a bottle of wine, so he drained a few glasses. He didn’t think he’d fall asleep, yet he did.
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He didn’t think Yvonne wouldn’t even text him, yet that happened.
It almost felt like she had disappeared. Something was wrong. His first response was to call Yvonne, but her phone was dead. He didn’t want to give up, so he called again) yet there was no response.
Frustrated, he texted Yvonne, ‘Why did you turn your phone off?‘
The message wasn’t sent. Yvonne had blocked him. He shot up from his seat, his face dark. Unease was growing within him, and it was growing fast. However, he then convinced himself that it was fine.
Tabitha loved him, and she was an understanding girl. She would forgive him if he cooed at her a little. Same with Yvonne. He’d proved that theory countless times. Yvonne wouldn’t leave him no matter what.
Even so, he was going out in a hurry, but Willow stopped him on his way out. She was covered in… barely anything, and the look in her eyes was full of seduction. She bit her lip and extended a passionate invitation to Timothy, “Can you stay with me tonight, Timothy?”
Timothy looked at her coldly. He was sure he felt nothing for Willow. Instead, he was reminded of Yvonne. She’d always been a more reserved woman when it came to sex, and she’d never been as bold as Willow, yet he loved her look of resignation and embarrassment.
There was darkness in his eyes. Anyone who had half a brain would know he was mad, but Willow didn’t see that. She thought he’d fallen for the bait, and she leaned toward him.
The sickeningly sweet stench of perfume hit Timothy, and a frown creased his forehead. He looked at the woman in his embrace, the one with eyes filled with quiet invitation, and he sneered.
“And what should I do if I stay?”
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Chapter 5 Refurso!
Willow thumped his chest shyly and breathed into his ear. “Anything.”
Timothy extended his arm, and Willow closed her eyes, waiting for his ravaging.
He shoved her onto the bed, and she screamed.
With mockery dripping in his voice, he warned, “Any more perfume, and the stench is going to have actual weight. You disgust me.”
That drained all the color from Willow’s face.
