Chapter Twenty Five

Intruder

Stella sat in her car, fuming at the unexpected turn of events with Rodriguez. What was wrong with that man? How dare he turn her down physically? Although he had sounded hostile on the phone when she had called, she had brushed it all aside. Men were worse than woman when it came to loving a good chase, especially men like Rodriguez, she knew because she only associated herself with dangerous and top society men.

They enjoyed having the women flock around them and chase them; she didn’t mind that, not one bit. In fact, she enjoyed the thrill of watching them finally succumb to her. What then was the problem with the Don? How could he deny her and be so hostile about it? They had the best time in France and although he’d been detached towards the end of it, she expected that it wouldn’t take much to rekindle the flames of their passion.

Giving one last longing look at the mansion in front of her, she knew that trying to go in again wouldn’t exactly turn out in her favor, sh