MY ENEMY LOVER

oon as I find a lady of my standards." I muttered, trying s

, my ex-girlfriend, who left me to pursue a modeling career in France

departure still stung, like

How much longer are you going to wait for that girl? I'm pretty sure she must have moved on

e conversation. I increased the speed and drove in

e as her face filled in the screen of the dashboard,

mom. No big deal." I

ter on someone. You can't dismiss it like that. It's not

d go apologize," she insisted,

rustration, gripping the steering wheel

needed was a le

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but her rude behavior a

s turning into hard fists, knowing full well that retal

ghts. "Good morning, sir. These are the lists of potential int

alked past the dresses displayed elegantly. None of the

colors with every movement, glittering like a rainbow. The deep,

ard the dress and quickened my

rah replied, her voice somehow ti

information,

shocked to see the picture of the woman who had slapped me

view," I ordered. The sight of her face

looked at me, earning a

d in her designs. Must I repeat myself?" I blurt

. "Her design stands out among the others. We shouldn't lose such a

tional-too good to let go, even if she had infuriated me. I couldn't let our

out of my vengeful reverie. I retrieved

remind me to bring home a girl. Sudd

nst his ear. "Hello, Mom... I'm at work. I'll call

h, who had braced herself for a typic

inal interview, but I want to conduct it myself. Is that clear?"

shaky voice, taken aback by

ng my eyes in an attempt to control my frustration before addressing her again. M

can't afford to lose her to our competitor

when she arrives," I calmly explained as I

what, sir?" She inquire

ed sarcastically, "Oh, nothing... I just thought I'd invite

t my phone from my pocket and called my priv

dy named Blair Rodrigo. I would send you some of her informat

rig

curled my lips. "I'm going to