Chapter 25: Let's Dance

[Ashman]

You see those gender called women - they are not only adamant but troublesome.

It took me five complete hours to force her into joining me to the event and another extra two hours to wait up for her.

This event is taking me out of Ordean Ville city into the urban region but not necessarily the bustling part.

I stand beside my limousine in the mansion mini - garage with Amos upfront waiting for her to join us, Kimberly Michael-Ville.

I sigh taking a look at my wrist watch for the third time. If only she knew how late we were running, I would rather not go than show up late.

"Where is that bitch?" I ask with a scuzzy voice, he look at the exit and back at him.

"How about giving her few more minutes..?" His voice drift slowly as my eyes roll towards him, he is obviously pleading for her when he know quite well how I detest delay.

"You have been saying that for two hours now. Do I look like a stick to keep standing?" I rant with my hand scratching my hair roughly, this woman is b