#Chapter66

Timothy

To hear him call her that, to address her by such an affectionate and personal appellation, had almost given him a stomach ulcer.

“You can’t tell me what to do rich boy,” the man replied, as he clenched his jaw.

“It’s my house, my space, my woman. I think I can tell you and do whatever I want to as long as you’re on my property. So, I’m suggesting you behave yourself, address her by her name and keep your damn distance and respect.”

“What do you want Richard? How the hell did you find me?”

“I spoke to Lucy.”

“What do you want?” she asked again.

“I...