As he sniffed at the glass of wine, she couldn’t help thinking what a pompous bastard he had been all these years.
“Yes, a wonderful bouquet,” murmured Charles. “I can almost detect notes of a fresh Pacific breeze caressing the slopes of a sun-drenched Californian hillside. Quite delicious, what?”
Continue readingShe’d left before they had even finished the starters, her half-eaten dolma still sitting there in front of him, taunting him, another metaphor of their failed marriage. Half consumed and ready for the bin.
It had meant to be a clear-the-air lunch, after the trial separation.
Continue readingHayley watched as he quickly pushed his way through to the bathrooms at the far end of the club. Then, taking a small packet from her clutch bag, she sprinkled the last of the powder into his drink and swizzled it round to ensure that no chalky remnants were visible.
They’d been talking on Tinder for a few days now. He’d been very forward and suggestive from the start, saying she was exactly the type he went for. Normally she’d have told him where to go, but she had needs too, requirements to be satisfied.
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