Zoya arrives home after work, hoping to spend some time alone and unwind. She takes a quick shower and pours a glass of Merlot. “Finally, some peace,” she lay on the sofa sipping her wine when she heard Adley storming into the house, cussing. “s**t,” She mumbles, looking at Adley’s purse landing in a chair.
"It was hot as hell out there." Adley picks the bottle of wine up and turns it up. She sets it back on the coffee table.
“You can have the rest of it,” Zoya scowled and turned her nose up. "I know what you do with your mouth."
“I do the same thing with my mouth that you do with yours.” Adley picks the wine up. “The b***h said they would return this week. So I‘ve been sitting across the street since six something this morning. They never showed up.”
Zoya chuckles, “This week could me
