"Fuck," I groaned I as pull out of Joana, wait is it Dana? whatever is her name it doesn't matter. We both got what we want. A night of sex marathon where we both scratch each others itch. That's all about it though.

I stood up and left her still panting and trembling to go  the bathroom and disposed the condom and took a quick shower to wash her scent on me.

My reflection looks at me through the mirror. Hollow and angry. Despite the rough fucking Dana and I just did, I'm still charged with anger and frustration begging to be released. Too bad Dana and I can't have a repeat of that.

No. I don't fuck the same woman twice. Once is great and all, but the second time? That will have them planning out picnics and naming my firstborn.

I went out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel expecting her gone. Yet, I hear the juicer buzzing in my kitchen and buttery smell of toast floats in the air.

Hearing my footsteps, she looks a me with a satiated smile,messy hair and ruined mascara, " Hey you, I made myself welcome to your kitchen if you don't mind, come on before the food gets cold."

If she thought we are going to play house after, she in for a hell of realization.

"Get out," I stated coldly and went back to my room to get dressed. As I go inside , I signed seeing that the bedsheets would have to be replace again. Cynthia will surely chase me with her slippers this time. She just replaced them yesterday.

While picking out between my ties, Joana stomps back to my room, " You don't have to be so rude you know." She said.

"Get the hell out, we're finished here Joana," I said through the mirror while I'm fixing my tie.

"It's Diana you bastard!"

Diana, goddamnit so close.

She scowls as she picks up her bra and panty from the floor and got out of my room and hopefully my apartment.

I didn't have it in me to take a pity on her. During last night's charity event, her green eyes kept fucking with me even though her husband twice her age is beside her talking to potential investors and one of them is me. So I decided why not? I take her to for ride of her life for one night and return her to her boring husband who I'm sure can't get it up anymore.

I guess I really am a bastard.

I hear a whistling from the kitchen and went out and followed it.

"Man is that Hannah Baldwin?" Roman speaks with a mouth full of bacon.

"Apparently it's Diana, but yes that is Diana Baldwin," I walked to get my self some tea and sit across him. "How did you get inside?"

"Isn't she the wife of Senator Arthur Baldwin? Nice one man," He chuckles as he eats the breakfast she prepared.
"And yeah, I was about to use my key since you keep changing the key code then BAM! The door opens to my face with an angry women shoving me away. Almost got my nose that one."

"She may be his wife but he can't do shit to me, not without losing his campaign fund my father generously gave him," Just the thought of my father soured my already shitty monday morning. "And I keep changing my key code because you keep going letting yourself in without permission, how the hell did you get a key?"

"Well your manager isn't so hard to persuade, just a little bit of flirting if you know what I mean," He winks at me, the man can have a nun drop to her knees and no, it's not to pray.

"Your determination to invade my privacy astounds me, " I sighed into my coffee.

"More like to invade your kitchen," he corrects. "Aside from that, I came here for this," He slaps a black folder on the table and the label on it made my breath hitch.

Seeing the name brought an onslaught of pain, memories and anger to my chest. I clenched my fist and grit through it.

I stared at it for a good minute, thinking it might burn me if I hold it.

"I'm sorry my guy took  awhile gathering information of her, it's all in there, " he said breaking the silence. " What are you  going to do ?"

I don't have a fucking clue. I just know I have to know her. 

"I'll think about it, but first let's go we're late for the board meeting, " I briefly stared at the name on the folder ' Isabella White' and gathered it together with monthly revenue reports for the meeting.

"Shit do I have to go?" Roman rolled his eyes and planted himself to the chair.

"As VP for finance, yes." I deadpanned.

"Goddamnit okay," he walks out as if its his own apartment.

I followed him out, Highly aware of her folder burning through my briefcase.

What am I going to do with you Isabella?