One hundred and thirty

Donovan ran his hand through his hair. Naomi felt like a setup to him. How come she only came when he was about to get married? Why didn't she come to him all these while but only decided to show up on the day of his wedding?

“I can only remember one woman that badly wants me and Jasmine to separate.” He growled lowly, anger developing. The alcohol in his system was long gone by now. He picked up his car key and walked to the garage where numerous cars sat. Ranging from sports cars to expensive mobile cars. Donovan loves cars hence he invested in them, especially in sports cars.

He took the Tesla which he rarely drove. Soon, he was on his way to her. Ariel. That bitch. She was the one he could think about. The only one that would do anything to make him and Jasmine separate. About an hour later, he arrived at the location. As he walked toward the abandoned building, he could hear her screaming in explicit pain. Nothing made him happier than her screams and groaning. When he got into