She was avoiding him again. Demetrio found his mind racing as he increased the speed on the treadmill in his home gym. The woman was frustrating. Just when he thought they had come to some kind of mutual understanding, she was and initiated another childish game of cat and mouse. This time, he told himself, he would not cave in. He was sick of the entire debacle and he was too old to let one slip of a girl wrap him around her finger.
No indeed, he thought stubbornly as he increased the speed beneath him yet again. She had to come to him this time. He was a man of influence; a man of power. He refused to lower himself any further than he already had for Raven.
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Cosmo watched dispassionately as Raven picked at the food on her plate while April blathered on about something or the othe
