The black corvette came to a stop before that familiar building, the sound of its engines which announced our arrival, managed to have the lights in my home now flickering on.
Of course. Trust Maman to be up even at this hour of the night.
It was a Monday night, 9:30.p.m to be precise, and for once in the years I began work, I didn't feel the load which weighed my shoulders down.
I felt at ease. I felt an orderly feeling of peace.
Part of me should be shuddering, knowing so well that I had skipped work on this day, and instead chose to have the presence of Alessio Valentino killing the twitches in my body.
Speaking of, I turned to watch him get out of the driver's seat, now coming over to help me out of this end where I sat.
I stepped into the chilly air, hands still wrapped aro
