“Stop playing with my emotions, Mr. Lexandro Montaro. I am not in the mood to play along. Let me brew coffee now.’ She tugged his arm and, luckily, he released her. Escaping from him with a thundering heart, Aloida was in turmoil. She could not determine if Lexandro was just playing her or if he was really serious about asking him to be his lover. Nonetheless, whether he was serious or not, she should not take it. She deserved more than just his lover. She was not born to be just a mistress.
After brewing coffee for a few minutes, Aloida returned to the living room with a cup of coffee in her hand. She put it on the center table.
“Here is your coffee, Mr. Montaro,” she said as she put down the cup of coffee on the table. She sat on the couch across from him.
“You can call me Lexandro if
