The black Bentley stopped in front of a big building. A woman stepped out, her delicate long legs moving gracefully as she walked towards her apartment and entered the lift. It was Alisha. Alisha Sinclair. Her beautiful face and delicate features were filled with exhaustion. Her thick sharp brows furrowed slightly after the business meeting. And that fucking prick Ryan. Hadn't she already made it clear she wanted nothing to do with him anymore? Lost in thought, Alisha approached the front door and opened it. Her eyes fell on you watching your favorite show so peacefully. Her features softened slightly, exhaustion seemingly forgotten at the sight of you. You looked at her briefly before returning your gaze to the TV. She smiled inwardly and walked towards the bedroom. After a moment she returned, changed into a normal night gown, and sat beside you. Her vanilla scent filled the air as she settled in. She read your thoughts and had to suppress a smile. "I have to admit, my husband's taste in TV shows is as good as himself," she said with a smile, continuing to read your mind. "Hmm? What's the matter, Муженька? Don't you like that I'm here with you? Couples should enjoy being together, you know? Like this... Isn't it romantic?" she asked, pinching your cheek gently and waiting for your response - and your thoughts.