A Taste Of Manipulation

Avery had barely walked a few meters when exhaustion set in.

Since she hadn't been to the gym in three days, she decided that walking home would be a good substitute for a workout, instead of taking a cab.

"I can't believe he didn't try to stop me or apologize for what he said!" she muttered to herself, still upset.

As she walked, a car pulled up beside her. The passenger window rolled down, revealing a man with a familiar face.

"Headed home? I can give you a ride," he offered.

"No, thank you," Avery declined with courtesy.

"Don't worry, I'm a friend of David's. You don't remember me? I was at his place the night you two got married," he reminded her.

"Oh, that's why you looked familiar. I didn't really see your face that night. I just recall there were a few guys with David.

It feels like we've met somewhere else too," Avery remarked.

"There were four of us, but come on, I'll take you home," he insisted.

With some hesitation, Avery accepted the ride. In no time, they were at Davi