Disturbed

And in a way the gift was really a gift, because the woman who waited for him in the suite was a former mistress, a Brazilian, a business manager of a hotel empire with whom he had once had a good time. And who was still able to give it to him. But strangely enough, as he kissed her, undressed her and sank into her warm pulpit, it was the face of another, a redhead with hair as hot as her blue crystal eyes, that invaded his mind. So much so that he thought of making love to her. No doubt fate was a very cruel thing, but as Fatima left the suite, a smile of ecstasy and gratitude on her lips, promising to be available whenever he needed her, the woman of his thoughts appeared at the door she left wide open. Grevius felt his heart radiate when he saw her face and especially the meaning of her emotion, the fierce jealousy that was tearing her apart when she realized that he had given someone else what she should have gotten.