038. Her Hidden Spouse

Donald's POV

I sat on one of the stools in the Ballroom watching Melissa's intuitive steps swaying her away. A light chuckle braced my face but was cut short by a shrill old woman's voice piercing through the music yet smiling as she approached me.

"She is a damsel! Are you her date tonight?"

I shook my head having brought myself back so quickly, "Err- Not really." I gobbled down a shot of chilled whiskey, rolling my tongue sweetly to savor it.

As she whispered to the Bartender, she sat on the next stool. Once done, she gave me a sympathetic look. "I remember when I was young and my husband left me. I thought I would never find happiness again until I found my second husband."

I smiled. "That's nice." while tapping the shooter.

"Do you have any children?" She asked while being thrilled as lascivious smiles leave her face not. Seductively, she winked and tongued out at me while shamelessly roaming her fingers upon my lap.

Devilish smiles couldn't leave my face. I shook my head negativ