Richard took a long sip of his third glass of whisky as he sat by the pool, watching the stillness of the water. Tomorrow, he has to meet with Damien and sort this stuff out. He cannot believe he was going to play so dirty just for a stupid deal. Play with an innocent's feelings for what...money? He sighed, drowning the glass, and literally wished that he hadn't invited Damien to the club that day. He should have chosen some other place. Then he would have never seen Hazel and he wouldn't be needing to do this. He was ready to play dirty with Damien but not the way he was suggesting. It was disgusting.
And he dreads meeting up with him anyway. It's exhausting. His relentless mocking and sarcasm get on Richard's nerves but he was helpless. He was not the master of his own world. Just a me
