decadent-rider
Twenty Thousand Club
He grit his teeth and glared at him. “And Sigurd doesn’t make the decisions around here over me!” He snapped. “They forget I rank with you. Not with them.” He spat.
He just nodded to him. “When has she ever liked perfect? Go now, she’s waiting for my driver to take her back home… just take her to the restaurant you proposed to her at.” He told him, helping him up and sent him down to her.
He just nodded to him. “When has she ever liked perfect? Go now, she’s waiting for my driver to take her back home… just take her to the restaurant you proposed to her at.” He told him, helping him up and sent him down to her.