Ayanna thought that once he vented his anger a few times, he would grow tired of it.

Anderson might not have mentioned it, but she could tell from the sexual positions and kinks that his private life had likely been wild and reckless over the past year.

Holding the gold card, she whispered, "I have a place to stay. I'll come over when you want to see me."

He didn’t object to it.

He didn't care where she stayed. All he wanted was to vent his hatred towards her. What he sought was not just p