Something is wrong. Utterly wrong.

Natalia thought as she raised the glass of wine to her lips then began paced back and forth on her balcony.

She had been enjoying the game she was playing with Aliyah… she enjoyed the fact that Aliyah got sad and jealous over her being close to Romero.

She loved the fact that she brought sadness and hurt to that lady’s eyes each time she showed her, her place, and that was not being with someone she calls her own.

Romero was hers, and hers alone.

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