"So it was you," Lyvana said softly. "You sent me that expensive gown. Is it fake?"
Julian laughed slightly. A sound that seemed to vibrate right through the phone.
"Fake? Lyvana, a Blaireaux imitation is so obvious it's an insult. I don't do fake."
Her fingers tightened around the phone. "Then why would you send me something so expensive?"
"I thought it will look better on you than it did on the runway. Besides, I have another gift for you."
"What?"
"Open the door and find out."
Her heart skipped a beat.
She stood up, and walked to the main door. She turned the lock and pulled the door open.
"Julian."
A slow, devastating smirk spread across his face as he tucked his phone into his pocket.
"Surprise."
....
Mark drove through the quiet streets and stopped in front of Clarisse's apartment building.
The place was modest — too modest for a man like him — but it was discreet. No doorman. No cameras worth mentioning.
