"You should be more afraid of a woman's love, than the hatred of a man."
...
Conrad arrived late, the main gate of the Grayson Manor screeching in protest.
His Armani black varnish jacket made a slight swish as he made his way towards the stairs and climbed the steps. Conrad soon found himself in standing before Victoria's room. He couldn't fail to notice the door ajar and glaring light that illuminated the black corridor, not did he hesitate to enter. His eyes immediately fell on Victoria who stood before his closet. Conrad froze, a million thoughts racing through his mind but neither good enough to describe what he saw before him. Wow.
Her ebony curls cascaded down her shoulders, the dark colour accentuating the eyeliner that skirted her brown eyes. Her lips were painted crimson and her scarlet dress clutched onto her figure, highlighting every curve.
"Is it coming out?" Conrad inquired, still dumbfounded.
"Coming?" She replied, showing disinterest.
Conrad raised his eyebrows, surprised at her chosen answer.
"Where were you?"
"I was solving some problems".
Her monotonous tone still showed no interest.
Suddenly she walked up to him and turned around, gesturing to the back of her dress. "Please?"
"With pleasure," he replied smoothly, zipping down her dress.
His fingers slid down the opening of her neck as he did so, skimming down her skin and and too the coccyx whilst his free hand rested on her waist.
"Thank you," Victoria murmured, pulling the dress down.
"Now explain to me where you were tonight," Conrad persisted, intrigued and eager.
"Conrad, I was dealing with business..." She answered, a hint of venom lacing her sweet tone.
"Victoria", he shouted, reaching for her arm. "Tell me now, where were you?"
"I was talking to your ex-wife Conrad, Marie".
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