"Who's who?" I retort, bored with the topic. Of course, I know what she's talking about. She might not know Cassandra, but my rejection tells her there's another woman. Another woman, yes. Do I like her? Hell no!
She picks up the coat, fastens the belt, and grabs her purse. "Does she give you what you want, like I do, huh? Let me guess, Nikolai, you went for young blood, didn't you?" she accuses, looking me right in the eye like I would give a fuck right now.
"I do not know what you are talking about, neither do I owe you an apology. I have other business to take care of. My driver will take you home if you want, of course," I inform her, taking long strides to get far away from her.
"I'LL NEVER LET YOU GO, NIKOLAI! IT'S ME OR NO ONE ELSE! NO ONE TAKES MY MAN FROM ME!" I block her out as she keeps yelling at the top of her voice.
