Daxton’s POV
I’m sat straight backed in the rear of the SUV as we wind our way through the traffic toward Lilian’s apartment. I glance nervously at my watch, it’s already six forty five and we are a good twenty minutes away. Saturday night traffic is ridiculous and I’m seriously wondering if I could walk there faster as we grind to a halt for the millionth time.
In front of me, Ian curses under his breath, one thing I’ve learned about the imposing yet few worded man who drives me to these events, he hates to be late, and we are expected to arrive in forty five minutes.
‘I’m sorry Mr Williams’ he calls back to me, obviously noticing me looking at him through the rearview mirror. ‘The whole city seems to be gridlocked, I’ve taken three of my short cuts and each one has put me at the tail
