Chapter 29: Leander’s Fury
Leander checked his watch for the umptieth time in the half-hour ride. He was thinking about the woman he left in his bed.
Did she wake up? Did she eat her breakfast?
And he remembered that juicy sight he was blessed upon by that woman. He let out a deep sigh crossing his legs. It appears that his brain would react the same way to the memory of that event too.
"Steve, what happened to her clothes?" he asked. He would need her size and the types of clothes she likes.
"Umm... Capo, we disposed of them as you ordered," Steve said after a short pause. Leander was the one who asked him to burn everything of hers so that no one would track her back to him. He wondered why he was asking about her clothes now.
He has well-adjusted to the fact that ’she’ always means that woman. He would doubt at times that Leander has forgotten what that woman is capable of. But he didn’t want to be too hard on Leander. He has never seen Leander happy in the years he worked for him.
Today, Leander was happy. And Steve knew it was because of that woman.
"I’ll send someone to buy some clothes of her size. She’s almost the same size as my daughter," Steve said.
Leander knitted his brows out of doubt. "Isn’t your daughter still in elementary school?" he mumbled.
When Steve mentioned "size" all Leander could remember was the size of those jiggly bits on her chest. How could Steve’s daughter be the same size as that well-developed woman? Steve knows nothing about women. Maybe his wife is the one doing all the shopping.
Steve didn’t know what to say. His daughter is in eighth grade and probably is an inch or two taller than that woman. And she would almost weigh the same too. But Leander might not remember. His daughter grew a lot since the last time Leander saw her.
"Never mind, I’ll buy them myself."