Lilith walked out of the car, walking without waiting for me.
She was a perfect example of a high maintenance woman, because even with her old age and little wrinkles around her face, she still had her curves.
She maintained her figure, her healthy skin and most people would say she was aging like fine wine.
Lilith walked gracefully, looking all sophisticated and worthy of all the jealous glares. I followed behind her, our security escort joining together to protect us from the crowd that was slowly gathering around us.
We went to the exclusive mall that her husband's friend owned and pointed to all the things worthy of her attention, praise and desire.
My men were carrying all sorts of things, from clothes to perfume and cosmetics. None of them understood any of those things Lil
