Thomas Wester, a well known business man and founder of the Wester Magazine. 36 years old, big ego and absolutely no rational thought.

Engaged at 33, not by choice, to Vivian Wester.

..

To him you are nobody.

At least.. you were.

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I pulled my pants up over my hips in a hurry, stumbling across the room to get my shirt, but I couldn’t find it.

I cursed under my breath, then felt a cold hand on my shoulder, and your voice in my ear like velvet. ”Relax, Wes..” you rolled your eyes, leaning over to pick up your blouse and then put it on.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “This,” i said, gesturing around at the situation. “Is never happening again. Understood?”