Antoine followed Amanda, only to be interrupted by a familiar face, who has grown tired of Josie’s company.
“Hi, babe. Missed me?”
Ugh! Why now, he thought.
“What is it, ‘Lupe’? I mean, that’s obviously not your real name, is it?” he groaned.
“It’s as real as your ‘single’ status, isn’t it?” she smirked. “Does your lovely wife know your habit of picking up women at bars? Or is she blissfully unaware?”
“You and I both know I was drunker than a skunk that night,” Antoine frowned.
“Oh, I don’t know about that. You spoke quite eloquently for a ‘drunk’ guy, if you ask me. And did a few other things quite well,” Maria grinned, giving him a once-over that made him feel like a piece of meat. “How do you think wifey would feel if she found out about our little rendezvous?”
“What do you want, Maria?” he asked growing wearier by the minute.
“Hmm, I don’t know, I haven’t decided yet.”
She enjoyed knowing she had this guy’s marital status in her hands.
“Well, decide what you will,” he glared, before storming off and heading to the bathroom before the urge to take another drink hit him.













