86. Who she's with...

David’s POV.

“I can’t believe Vera did that,” I whisper under my breath as I watch her Audi dive into the street, blending with other hordes of elegant cars. It’s still a shock to me that she chose to leave my cock for someone else.

Who was it that called her? Damn, I so want to know.

My heart jerks. And something similar to anger boils in my blood.

Was it a man that called her? Fuck!

A groan pulls from my lips as I shove my fingers through my hair in annoyance. God, I’m scared she might have met some other man in that damn modeling agency.

Fuck it, I’m going to find out who that asshole is and fucking deal with him.

Clenching my teeth together as my eyes trail along her car, I begin to back away from the balcony. I hightail it into the room, looking for my phone.

I don’t know where Andrei is but I fucking want him to tail my girl.

Spotting my phone on the cabinet of the ensuite bathroom, I grab it quickly and scale through, searching for Andrei’s number.

With three slides through my