Eleven

“You look like shit.”

Julian grunted in response. James sat across him with coffee on his hand. “Is it about Sandra?”

Julian's eyes snapped to James who raised a questioning brow. “What? Sandra's the only one who can make you look like that. What did she do this time?”

“By the looks of it, it must be something fatal... tell me... Did Sandra start brain washing Faye?”

Julian chose to ignore his best friend, he loosen his tie and looked away. It was Sandra alright. But James wouldn't want to hear what she really did to him this time. He blames himself though, looks like he was just one of those men who can't resist the damn woman. Now he had repeated the same mistake five years ago, lust and hate clouded his mind. When he came to her all he wanted to do was lash out on her and give him a piece of his mind but the moment he saw her and she was so near to him, he lost it. He was too mad but then too deep in lust with her, he just has to taste those lips and be inside her one more time.

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