As usual, Ibha entered Armande’s room after finishing her duties. A nice hot bath was what she longed for but certainly not in Armande’s room. “He better have the keys to my room,” She muttered under her breath.
“Eh...Where did he go?” Ibha wondered.
Armande wasn’t in his room, she looked out the window and noticed that he had taken the car.
“Must have left to visit his whores!” She made a face and heaved a sigh of relief.
“Hope he stays over, and give me a break from this bullshit!” She wished and looked around.
Armande wasn’t around, which meant this was the perfect opportunity for Ibha to find her room keys.
“Where did that d**k hide it?” She cursed while she rummaged through his belongings.
She had to admit his clothes smelled really good. “Why do rich people smell so good?” She
