89. Fine. I was jealous.

Erica

I took a sip of my drink, marvelling at the soothing burn of the scotch. I didn't say anything as I regarded the woman standing in front of me. With a huff, that wasn’t audible, but delicate like her, she said, “I don't know who you are and why you’re here with him. Maybe, you're a new thing he is interested in at the moment but..” Stepping closer, she said, “Don't entertain any idea of being any longer at his side. That spot is reserved for me.”

“And yet you're not the one standing by his side tonight.” I remarked.

Her nostrils flared. She smiled and said, “From where I’m standing, it isn't you either.” I followed her gaze and sure enough there was another woman now talking to him, touching his arm like a lost lover. “Do you know he has particular tastes?” Nicole’s voice was soft as she said that. “He likes his woman to submit to him in every way possible.”

I snorted. “Yeah. And he can obviously have those.” I purposely looked down at her even though she was taller than me. She