KING AND SASHA.

King drove his car inside the compound with a frown on his face and as he pulled the car to the garage, he looked around for things to pick before he heard a knock on his window and he turned to look at the woman.

She had a wide smile on her face, giggling like a high schooler before he exhaled and dropped his head on the headrest.

He used to love this sight.

He loved to come to this woman's house just to see the smile on her face.

But… why does it already seem like it would bother him?

Maybe he should have gone home and then ignored his wife just like he always had, instead of coming to Sasha’s place.

He finally rolled the window down and then turned his head to look at her.

“Sasha.”

“Are you not coming down?” She asked, reaching her hand to touch the back of his head.

“I’m coming,” he moved his head away and then opened the door, which made her move back.

Two and half years ago, he had met Sasha when he had gone on a business trip to Bali, and there, he had found her attractive.

He