I was about to get off the taxi, when I noticed a huge, black Tahoe with heavily tinted glass parked in front of my apartment. Geez, it looked expensive. I glanced around, the street was quiet and no one was walking around.
I was about to get my keys to my purse when I noticed that my door was ajar. Did someone barged to my house? My scalp prickled. Did I call the police? I was about to dial 911, when I tall guy opened my door from inside and regarded me. He seemed familiar…. Lewis! The guy who drove me home! If he was here then… He opened the door widely for me, silently asking me to come inside. I glared daggers at him but he just pursed his lips. As I stepped inside, all the lights were on, then− holy mother of all shits.
Dylan Claude was sitting on my sofa. His tall figure made all m
