For Better or Buisness
After all, he had been putting in long hours at the company, and they were almost going public.
“Is what true?” She asked, her doe eyes shining her bow lips jutting forward in a semi-pout and looking far ahead to the bridge.
“Don't fucking play games with me Eva, is this real?” This time he grabbed her wrist, brandishing the ring between them.
She winced from his tight grasp, and he let go of his hold, never wanting to hurt her.
This time around, he followed her gaze and noticed the car parked not too far from where he stood. He saw the man standing in front of it in his trench coat. He knew who that was. It was his arch-rival; Dominic Torreti.