Adrian allowed her to sit on his lap. She was facing him, her legs on either side of him. She said she was scared.
He stroked her hair.
"Greedy cat, will you ever leave me alone?"
The older woman stared up at the large house. She checked the address again with a frown.That Eric boy never was reliable. Oh well, she'd check anyway.She knocked on the door, waiting impatiently.
"I want you...to be my boyfriend," Ophelia said, looking at the ground.Adrian frowned, pausing as he began to undress."What?"
Adrian knocked on her dressing room door."Who is it?" She called."It's me," he said gruffly.
Ophelia put her makeup on. She sighed, and put on some heels.She got a cab to a club. She needed a little relaxing time. Plus she'd just gotten paid.She headed to the club, paying the cab driver. She looked around the club. Definitely not as classy as the Mines but...
Ophelia picked up her phone. Thomas chuckled."Okay, okay you go. I want to hear him," he said, elbowing her gently."Okay, okay, hold on. I'm dialing."
Adrian's phone rang.He answered it."My apartment...flooded."
Ophelia sat cross legged on his pristine white couch, his shirt hanging off her shoulders, her bare breasts peeking out.He handed her a hot chocolate, sitting beside her. She smiled, taking it from him thankfully.She blew on it.
He smiled. "I'm kidding, of course. Go back to sleep."She turned over.He looked down, unable to sleep. Today was a day of losses for him.