Too Late For Regret, Mister Moss

n the massive velvet be

backed into a dark alley. She was freezing, starving, and terrified. Then, a tall boy with da

August was walking away from her, his arm wrapped tightly around Gisele

up fast, her chest heaving. Her s

tting the glass skyscrapers of Manhattan. The ten

eavy blanket and wa

lips a deep, blood red. It hid how tired she felt. She slipped into th

inch Christian Louboutin heels.

ised one eyebrow. A cold, ambiti

edition Birkin bag and

proof Maybach waited. Gus Kowalski, her pri

ng, Ms. Ada

firm, Gus,"

into the city traffic

conference room, August Moss che

He pulled at his tie, loosening the knot. "She is no

th, the heavy glass doors of the

the quiet room. The red dress looked like a fire again

slightly. He had never seen her l

was inappropriate, but the freezing look i

table. She sat down and placed her Birkin

at the lawyer. "Process the paperwork

ed the edge of the table. "Did you dress lik

him as if he were a piece of dirt on her s

d cold. "My private life is no longer your co

a physical blow. It felt wrong. It ma

the table. He pulled the cap off

d, leaning forward, "you will ne

he papers closer to him. She ge

d the pen to the paper and signed his name.

ocuments. "The agreement is exec

red dress. She did not say a single word t

his stomach. The air in the room felt too hot. He pulled at