Jeane
I'm really tired, really really tired and sleepy. I haven't had any sleep even just a blink of an eye, because of my paranoia that Lissie might do something on me while I'm sleeping. My head has become foggy, like that time when alcohol takes me into oblivion, but I haven't drunk a drop. It's as if every eye lash weighs more than it should and gravity has been turned up ten fold. I know I'm being over dramatic just because I mistakenly took Lissie's words when we were in Las Vegas.
Perhaps, I'm just paranoid...or not, I don't really know Lissie that much.
When we got back here in her house, I feel so restless watching her, while her men keeping an eye on her. They even decided to stay in this mansion just to make sure that their Boss is safe. Though I like them to be here because
