May 31st, 2016.
Luke's POV.
I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of Bryson Tiller's 'Don't' playing on the stereo.
I had completed a two-day errand early and instead of coming back to the mansion, I decided to take a detour. I hurriedly ordered cake online, then I stopped by the jeweler to collect the bangle I had custom-made for her and drove to the whorehouse. It was the only way I could see her, without drawing attention to myself.
The mansion gates swung open automatically. They must have seen my car from the security cameras.
As I maneuverd my car into the driveway, I thought about how I left without saying goodbye, she would be blowing a fit by now.
I packed in front of the mansion, got my backpack from the passenger seat and exited my car.
Nicholas was waitin
