CHASE ME, HUSBAND
Crazy things like this never happen in my life out of the blue.
And the bastard didn’t even introduce himself properly over the phone, not even a name.
Now, he was bossing me around.
Damian, is it right?
“Ma’am, are you getting in?” The cab guy asked impatiently, and a smirk lifted the corners of my lips.
“Take me to Frevo, 48 West 8th Street, please.” I said as I entered the car.
If he wanted to play boss, then ‘ding,’ guess I was officially clocking in.