Not you ma, I love your daughter!

Stray Passion

       Loinglot Ave. 

~Anny~

"I guess he's home."

I tapped out of sleep on the couch as I heard a car pull over at the front of the house. I was dressed in my nightgown. I couldn't go to bed yet. I'd called him but he'd screened my calls. I hated to think that he'd went out of line and Samantha had thrown him behind the bars. Of course I knew what the crazy billionaire is capable of doing.

I wasn't so sure until the entrance door opened and I heard unstable steps tottering through the hallway towards the living room. 

"Dare, is that you?"

I stood up, walking away from the couch. I knew the question I'd asked wasn't necessary. There was nobody else who would had entered into my apartment without my consent. Of course except a thief. But of course, a thief can never totter. Or maybe I was thinking what I wanted to believe. 

I was standing at the front of the arm of the couch, facing the hallway as I sa