Damn.
That’s all that goes through my mind when I pick up Liesel in my Ferrari.
She descends from the doorway of the condo building she lives in in a black dress with a low V-neck down the front and shiny, sparkly shoes. Her hair is down in long curls, and she’s wearing the expensive necklace I bought her years ago when we were dating.
“You look good,” I say as I lean against my car.
She eyes my tux, practically undressing me with her smoldering eyes. “I know.”
I grin.
Liesel always is one of the most confident women I know. She knows what she wants and she goes after it. And she won’t settle for less than. Which is why we aren’t together. I know she wants me, but I couldn’t give her what she needed or deserved, so we broke up.
Looking at Liesel now, most men would say I made
