"Where the heck have you been Sara! I was worried for you".He said.
The expression on her face changed from nervousness to disgust.
"Worry for me? Since when, I may ask? "
His eyes widened. One could easily say looking at his eyes that he was drunk.
"Since always. Are you arguing with me? "
Sara felt intimidated, but handled the situation with a smile, a smile that didn't touched her eyes, a fake one.
"Can I ever argue with you, love? ". She winked at him. She was clearly flattering to calm him down.
And the flattery worked. It works always.
He moved towards her, grabbed her of the sofa and gave her a tight embrace.
He was so close to her. So close that the stench of liquor and cigarettes was suffocating her.
She thought that it was the right time to ask for the necklace. She whispered in his ear,...