Every man in the restaurant eye fucked Scarlett as soon as we approached the hostess’ podium. In unison each man sitting at a table with his wife, took a sip of his whiskey, glanced over at Scarlett and tightened his jaw before swallowing. It was a piece of choreography every married man, who was sick of his nagging wife, learned when she was off getting manicures with her best friend. They...
Mercedes Money | Part Nine
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