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Lizelle POV

Mr Goldberg gave out a speech, turning quiet emotional for himself and some of his employees. "He truly was a good leader" I think to myself.

Next was Marco

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, most of you don't know me that well or know me from my Guiseppina Inc. ....." he started going into depth about the company and business in general but I couldn't really keep up with what he was saying, he looked so well organized, the way he spoke, his dominance and aura filled the room, his strong accent very much apparent. I couldn't help but look at his well structured face, his nose pointy, his piercing hazel eyes that would occasionally make contact with mine, his lips in a thin line, oh gosh the things he could do to me with those lip....gosh I need to stop I sound like a horny teenager, God knows a man like that could never be attracted to someone like me. I'm snapped out of my trance by the sound of clapping, oh gosh I guess Mr Greek God is done.

Dinner was served and we were now dining as the people around me engaged in different conversations about business。

"What do you think, Lizelle ?"

"excuse me?"

I ask, oh gosh, he could say my name all day, "what do you think, about the company's interior, I'm sure you have seen the interior and could have an input", he smiles, his teeth were so white.

"well to be honest I think it could use a more youthful appearance seeing as it works with designs anyway, software designs for that matter, so I think it could use some vibrancy but class at the same time" I smile.

"see, even your wife agrees with me" Marco laughs, my husband let's out a light laugh, oh gosh I'm going to pay for that, I didn't know the discussion was between the both of them.

"What do you for a living Lizelle?" He asks, why is he so interested in me.

"Well a year ago I got my degree in Business Marketing, but at some point I was working for an interior design company" I smile,

"oh well then I know now I shouldn't hesitate to ask for your opinion " he smiles.

Feeling uncomfortable I excuse myself from the table and make my way to the bathroom to fix my makeup, looking down my neck I notice red spots from an allergic reaction.

Going back to the table, leaning over I whisper to Miles, "Hey I think I ate something wrong, I'm having an allergic reaction and I need my medication at home",

"is everything alright?" Mr Goldberg asks,

Miles clearing his throat, "oh no it's nothing, my wife seems to just have ate something that's giving her an allergy, we can wait" he laughs lightly. I cannot believe him.

"Oh no we will catch up later, please take her home, it's been a long night anyway" Marco insists.

"Oh okay I guess we should get going then" Miles gives me a look that assures me that I will later pay for this, getting up from our seat we hug and shake everyone's hand as we make our way out.

Sliding in the limo, Miles slides along shutting the door, the car began to move and we sat in silence.

"You just had to embarrass and make a fool out of me" he snarls,

"excuse me?"

" You were practically flirting with my boss, right in front of me, you might as well would have went across the table and sucked his dick right there, now not only does he only think I'm married

to a cow, but a whore of a cow-"

"YOU KNOW WHAT MILES I've HAD ENOUGH OF YOU AND YOUR INSULTS TONIGHT, WHAT DID I BLOODY DO WRONG!!" I snap, a bitter laugh escapes his mouth,

"Oh talking about I have an allergy, you just love attention don't you",

"FUCK YOU MILES!",

"DON'T YOU CURSE ME OUT IN MY CAR, YOU SEEM TO FORGET I CAN KICK YOU OUT ANY DAY I WANT AND YOU CAN GO BACK TO BEING THE STREET WHORE YOU WERE!"

Silent fills the space , tears threaten to spill out of my eyes, I'm not going to cry in front of him, I'm not going give him that satisfaction. The car comes to a stop, letting myself out the car as

soon as I can.

Getting in the house I make my way upstairs to our bedroom, rushing to the bathroom , I shut the door locking it. I let the tears freely flow as I let out a silent sob.

Going to the drawers I find my allergy tablets, taking two of them along with some water, I start washing the make up off my face, making sure to moisturize my skin afterwards. I make my way out to our closet, removing the dress I was wearing, placing it into the bag before placing it aside,I need to take it in for dry cleaning later this week.

Reaching in the drawer I took out an oversized shirt and some shorts. I wore the two, tying my curly hair in a loose bun, making my way over to bed where I find Miles asleep.