Antonio leaned back in his chair at the extravagant lounge of an exclusive club downtown. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of expensive cigars and the clink of crystal glasses. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, his jaw tight with frustration. His marriage to Diana had been nothing short of a nightmare. She was cold, distant, and, most infuriatingly, still moaning another man's name in her dreams.
The thought of Alejandro made his blood boil. But he wouldn't let her humiliation get to him. No, Antonio Rodrigo was a man who always got what he wanted, and if Diana was unwilling to fulfill her role as his wife, he would find someone who would.
It was then that he spotted her.
