What... then how am I supposed to distract him?! How am I supposed to know his mistress? Damn it! This isn't what I want!As much as she wants to lure him into her plans but forcing him to do it with her is just out of her vocabulary. She doesn't want to bruise her ego, she doesn't want to appear desperate when in fact it wasn't sex after all, she wants revenge on it. She wants the truth.Is she even willing to risk it? While seeking justice for the death of her twin, she's willing to ruin herself? The motherfucker should be the one who's ruined here. Not me!They finished showering without doing anything. Yvette was pissed because Clyde looked determined to prove to her that he will stand to his words. He will stick to it. Damn it! How am I supposed to get the information about his mistress if I can't access it?!It was on her mind while she was changing clothes. She was just distracted when they decided to go out and went to the gallery first. Her fascination with the paintings b

Yvette woke up early in Clyde’s arms hugging her. She looked so comfortable that she just woke up after all that had happened last night after the auction. Her head throbbed. She groaned and touch her head when she remembered that she drink too much wine coz she was so delighted talking to Melissa.Melissa! As soon as she remembered it, her lips automatically formed a smile. Clyde slowly opened his eyes and saw her smiling early in the morning with her disheveled hair. “Mornin’,” he said in a bedroom voice.Yvette got startled. She cleared her throat and pushed him away to free herself from his arms. Clyde knows that the reason for her smile was due to what happened last night.“You had fun last night you pass out,” he informed.“Well, that’s Melissa. Who wouldn’t?” she arched her brow.Clyde pulled her waist again. Yvette gasped. She’s not used to intimacy without sex involved. Cuddling is just so intimate that she doesn’t want it. She pushed his chest again and glared at him. Cl

The raging Yvette saw in her eyes is beyond immeasurable. She's glaring at her, her red lips smirking in an insult while her hand gripped the body of the glass of water as if she would throw a fit once she was at the edge. Yvette gestured to call the waiter. She ordered wine for herself. The lady gritted her teeth. She tried to compose herself. "You think Clyde will love you just because you change yourself? Just because you turned yourself into a completely different person because he hated your old self?" she strike and smirked at Yvette.Yvette lifted her brows. She looked at her like she was the lowest lady she had seen in her entire life. "Don't put your dirt on me. If you made that to impress him, to get his attention, then I'm not that cheap as you to attract garbage." Her eyes narrowed with pure anger. "You..." she chuckled. "Did you just call Clyde garbage? Really?""Why? He got the guts to cheat behind my back and you're... the mistress? Really? He should have found som

“What do you mean?” Yvette asked carefully when Trisha looked like it wasn’t the first time she heard the calling issue.“She’s been doing that. Well, she all called us. Clyde’s girl friends. And she’s just so creepy because she kept on threatening us to stay away from Clyde and distance ourselves from him, that she will kill us if we didn’t stay away from him. Can you believe it?! She’s crazy!” Yvette slowly realized something. But she stores it at the back of her mind because she doesn’t want to acknowledge it. She doesn’t want to give him a benefit of the doubt. It was her ego talking.“Clyde kept on warning her to stop threatening his friends. There are plenty of times he blocked her number but the bitch is really crazy! She doesn’t know how to stop. And as far as I remember, Clyde filed a restraining order, the reason why she’s blaming you. That it was your fault. And us. Coz we’re telling to Clyde what she did.” Yvette's brows were furrowed aggressively. She doesn’t know what

Clyde went into the parking lot of the condominium Yvette was talking about. He saw Damon's car parked somewhere. He parked his car and stop the engine. Yvette opened the door of the passenger's seat and went outside first. Cylde unclasp the seat belt and followed her. She went first into the elevator and as soon as the two doors were about to close, Clyde slid his hand and push himself in. Yvette felt dizzy but she still manages to glare at him. "Why did you follow me? Get the fuck out of here." "I just want to make sure you went home safe," he said. Yvette rolled her eyes. She saw their image on the reflection of the aluminum door of the elevator. The three buttons of his shirt are open while he's leaning against the cold steel bar while fixing his disheveled hair. Yvette's eyes gaze at his frame. Maybe it was because of the alcohol that I feel... hot. She's checking him out shamelessly and Clyde even caught her sensual siren eyes hawk in him like a predator waiting to devour