58. Gavin: Handsome And Rich.

Gavin noticing the women's lustful glare on him, and the angry look that had pervaded Meghan's face, decided that maybe it would be best if he did what his wife said, and left the place to go outside where he did not have to deal with such constraining atmosphere.

In thirty minutes time, Megan was done with the hair she was making. It was a bob hairstyle that framed her face nicely. It would have been more beautiful on her if only she would just stop frowning her face in the way and manner she was doing.

"You look exquisite, madame," the stylist said in a french accent. "I believe if your husband comes her and sees you he would be delighted and very happy. But em... If only you could just smile, I am sure you would look better."

Meghan cast her gaze from the mirror she was looking at to the stylist. A cold menacing glare that had the woman shivering in her soul.

"Well, maybe not," she said.

Meghan paid her no attention and called Gavin's number. "I am done. Where are you? You better