#Chapter66

Michael entered the restaurant where he hoped to see Sasha according to her text message. He scanned the room and saw her sitting and sipping a glass of what appeared to be Robert Mondavi, he smiled and walked up to her. “Excuse me ma’am, can I join you?”

She glanced up at him and smiled, “I’m sorry but I’m waiting for someone.”

“Is that so, could it be your husband?”

“No, just some douche-bag that wants to have lunch with me,” she grinned.

Michael placed a hand on his chest, feigning hurt. “I’m sure if you give him time that you will discover that he is not a douche-bag.”...