ORLANDO PHINEAS JR.

My hands balled into fists draining the blood in both of them. My fingers felt numb as I imagined squeezing the life out of Vela with these hands.

Vela had walked into my office like she owned the place. I made it clear doing our last meeting that it was our last meeting. She had taken it well so why the fuck was she back.

I struggled to control my anger. I wasn't angry at Miss Summers; I was angry at myself. It was unfair to have treated her the way I just did. Fuck!

Vela sounded half crazy while she tried to seduce me in my...