"I will get a new cell phone, Marco," he said softly, turning and gently closing the study door behind him.Marco Lucchese leaned back in the chair and...glared out through the glass doors and across the well manicured lawn. He looked at his yacht. It was all at risk. He could lose everything if she lived. Why couldn't that fucking audit of her inheritance have waited until she was eighteen? Until it was too late? Picking up a Mont Blanc pen, he threw it across the study in anger, an anger fuelled. Usne bataya ki uski apne hubby se kuch jayada ni banti ek din hum raah ko dono mobile par baat kar rahe the ki usne baataya ki aaj uska b day hai maine usse kaha ki party usne bola aa jao maine kaha raah koAaunga usne kahan ok usne socha main mazaq kar raha hun maine sham ko chota sa cake liya aur raat ko chat pe se aane ka issra kiya usne mana kar diya maine usse phone pe kuch b bol kar mana liya main uske ghar ki side wale gate se sidha uper chala gya aur usse pehli baar pass se dekha woh. "I think I'm drunk," I said to him after I finished sipping the drink."I know I am," he said."Maybe we should go home before we are too drunk to walk," I told him.He got up a little tipsy and helped me to my feet. I don't know why,but I looked around to see if I could find that hussy, but she haddisappeared.We were so drunk that we were barely able to get our coats from thecoat check girl. He gave her a generous tip before we left the club andwalked to his car. The crisp cold air helped clear. She just gave a devilishly coy smirk and made no attempt to cover herself as she disappeared again into the black of night. “Hi, sweetheart,” she broke my stare along with the silence. “Hello, it's nice to see you again.” Shit, way to not make this awkward. “I mean… um. How are you? My name's Thomas, I don’t think we have ever officially met,” I tried to recover.“I’m wonderful, thank you for asking. I’m Janis. And I apologize, I imagine it was a better view last time,” she replied quietly,.