companion

LATIFA POV

Keeping his mistress' visit off the chat was difficult, especially now that we were seated for a really rare reason. I avoided eye contact with him. I was shy for no reason, but I maintained my sneeze and composure.

“Woah…aah” I giggle at the pop-up sound of the champagne, as I watch it being poured into a round-shaped glass which is almost equalized in its volume, it has an amazing shape. Any little stuff would make me happy right now, can't remember the last time I was this comfortable or rather felt safe.

“Here you go.” Alastair served me as he bowed, gesturing with his right hand to drink up and the other hand attached to his back like a granny with some back pain. He made his way to the seat fixed opposite mine with a huge smile on his lips. He sat down, swiped his fingers across his face, and wiped mucus from his nose line, just right above his lips. surprisingly, I met his eyes fixed on me with his mouth taking in the drink.

Alastair had on, a black fitted p