Nineteen

I got in the car. Excitement was still bubbling in the pit of my stomach. He was out for two days. It barely hadn't passed twenty-four hours. I didn't understand. When he was in Paris how he could arrange things.

I ran my hand on the slight golden bodycon mini dress. It was off-shoulder, showing my bust. I heaved a deep sigh. My chest rose and fell with the moment. I was feeling sexy. I was wearing his black shirt over my dress. I wanted him to see me, only him. How would I control my feelings when he'd be around me?

The driver pulled over the car. I stared at the Villa in puzzlement. It was surrounded by grassy land. I reached for the door, clenching my clutch in one hand. I stepped out. I darted my gaze around. There was no one. The driver drove away, leaving me alone. I just stood there dumb.

I thinned my lips in anger. What kind of husband was he? He invited me here when he was in Paris. Now his driver abandoned me.

I staye