He couldnt do this nevertheless. Just when he had arrived home, a well-known Spanish football league had begun premiering live on nearly all sport cha...nels. He couldnt stand to miss watching it. His pals and managers at work were already texting and tweeting him about its up-to-the-minute progress. Things like: 50,000 people are going to watch this game live at the stadium in Barcelona. This issue at hand was a little bit problematic. Mila and sex could wait. But not the football league. "Versace?"Again, Monique shook her head.The socialite's eyes sparkled. "Surely it's not Scarvelli?" No, it's not Scarvelli, either," Monique agreed.Gertrude sighed, admitting defeat. "Well? Tell me. Whom are you wearing?" Hunter."As she thought of Richard, of his bright, warm eyes and his friendly, open smile, Monique fought a pang of grief. Richard Hunter hadn't been a famous fashion designer like Guccio Gucci, Gianni Versace, or Gabriel Scarvelli. He hadn't been a celebrity - of fashion or. He had seen her in her rosy dress, and even the makeup for him. Should he have let her go out in public alone looking like that? He is hard in his car from just what he could see. How would it affect someone up close to her?When he sees her leave the bank finally, with the President at her side, and a little to close to his Emma, he is livid. How dare another man try to pouch his Emma? But as he watches, he calms as he sees her rebuffing any of his advances.oOoAt her car, the President. After I got back to the dorm that afternoon I waited for Ashley. As soon as she came in I told her to sit down. I let her know that I really loved everything that she had done for me and I wanted it to continue. I just needed it to only happen on weekends. I had come to college to get a degree and I really wanted it. She said that she wanted a degree too and that if I helped her stay focused during the week she would make sure we had plenty of fun on the weekends. She asked if I already had.