44. Broken promises

She led him inside the house, closing the door as soon as they got in. She folded her hands below her chest, staring at him. He was dressed in black shirt, the first two buttons left open and dark blue trousers. His hands were tucked into his pocket as they stared at each other. His dressing and posture oozed a deep sense of masculine sexiness. Maybe, it would have moved her few years ago, or even some months back,

“What are you doing at my house?” she asked him pointedly.

“I came to see you” he replied simply and she scoffed angrily at his calm tone.

“How did you get my address?” she asked again, and his lips raised in a smirk. He held a proud look on his face, ignoring her question.

“How are you doing? I can see you are set for work.” he stated, doing a once over of her dress again.

“Yes, and if you can excuse me, I'd like to be on my way.” she responded.

“I thought, maybe we could talk about us.” he took his hands out of his pockets, his expression becoming grim. She noticed his su