Across from me in the lounge area of my office sat Alex Constance. His arms spread out across the backrest of the couch one leg crossed over the other. He looked exactly how I remembered him. Other than a stubble and some laugh lines he looked the same as 15 years ago… it was haunting.
“I must say your photos do not do you justice.” He arrogantly remarked as he licked his lips looking me up and down. Being confronted with my sole purpose of existence brought up conflicting feelings. My entire life I was led to believe he was the only reason for me to breathe the air I breathed.
“Who let you in?” I tried to seem more confident than I felt.
“Your assistant…”. He looked back to where her desk was before standing to his feet and fixing his jacket.
“Crystal? Was it…. I must say ve
