Rowan Lunch’s venue was at mum’s favorite place. That was how I knew she was in a good mood. To her, I had discovered the unbroken hymen, broken in and spent the night in another woman’s embrace and so I was smitten. She wasn’t wrong about anything else but the last. I wasn’t smitten, I was more curious instead of who the damn girl was, because she wasn’t Ivy. “Mr Donovan, we have arrived,” my Chauffeur informed and pulled the car to a temporary halt in front of the building. A staff got the door for me, opening it for me to get down.I got down and made for the booth my mother had always reserved for us, waving my hand in acknowledgement to the staffs that littered the road. I knew the place like the back of my palm and could find my way blindfolded. “Mum,” I called as I reached her private booth. She jumped up in excitement and leaped into a hug. I held her in my embrace for a while before my father stood up to give me a shoulder pat, his way of acknowledging me. “Come sit, co
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