He seized her hand, pulling her close. Their breath mingled. "You think I'm filthy. Look in the mirror. You always have a man around, huh? Calvin was your shadow. Now who's this? His stand-in?"

Alexis shut her eyes. “Are you done? Good. He's—"

"I don't care who he is. I don't give a fuck!"

Leonel released Alexis and stared straight ahead. Moments later, he pulled out a pack of cigarette from the console. Beside it lay a bottle of perfume that wasn't hers.

Anika must have left it.