Chadrick called someone and the next thing I knew, we were boarding a private jet from the secluded and seemingly exclusive part of the airport.
I was still as devastated as I was in the party but I am not crying anymore. Chadrick was holding my hand without trying to know what’s happening and I appreciate that. For now, I think I can’t disclose it without breaking down.
Chadrick offered me juice which I accepted. I feel so dehydrated after crying. I’m not even sure if I look like decent woman right now.
“Do you need anything else?” he asked me in a careful tone.
I looked at him and shook my head. “I’m good,” I replied.
“Any food?”
“I don’t feel like eating.”
He nodded and then placed my head on his shoulder. “Whatever it is, I’m here for you,” he whispered, his words tugging in
