Raymond’s pov

“Go on with whatever you have to say and leave Kayla. I Don’t have much time to spare,” I said, my face twisted with a frown that made my wrinkled lines pop out.

“Relax, Raymond. I'm also not here to waste much of your time; I know you're a busy man,” she answered. She smiled at me before she continued. She stood up and walked toward the armchair I was seated on slowly, expecting me to take a good look at her in her short tight leather skirt and armless crop top, her hair fell across her face covering half trialing the tip with her finger until she...