"Look by your left," the voice on the other end teased. Edwards paused for a moment, his eyes flickering to the left. As he caught sight of her, he ended the call and put the phone back in his pocket.
The lady walked towards his direction, her eyes locked with his. "Sorry I kept you waiting, darling. I was held up by traffic on my way here," she said as she sat down next to him.
Diane was one of Edwards' numerous mistresses, and she was somewhat his favorite. With her beautiful blond hair and light skin, Diane exuded an irresistible allure. Edwards loved her for her vibrant nature and her ability to make him feel alive. They had met at a private housewarming party and immediately hit it off.
Diane was not the kind of woman who believed in friendship or commitment. She saw it as a setback—a hindrance to her freedom. She lived for the moment, seeking pleasure and excitement.
