David’s POV.

“I can’t believe Vera did that,” I whisper under my breath as I watch her Audi dive into the street, blending with other hordes of elegant cars. It’s still a shock to me that she chose to leave my cock for someone else.

Who was it that called her? Damn, I so want to know.

My heart jerks. And something similar to anger boils in my blood.

Was it a man that called her? Fuck!

A groan pulls from my lips as I shove my fingers through my hair in annoyance. God, I’m scared she might have met some other man in that damn modeling agency.

Fuck it,...