Daxton’s POV
I’m jittery as I sit in the back of the SUV heading toward Lilian’s apartment. I tap my fingers on the car door handle, watching the people in the streets as we pass them.
As our driver, Ian, pulls up to the curb, I unlock my phone and send a text to Lilian telling her that I am outside. I watch the screen, but the message remains unread. Fidgeting, I try to decide whether to ring her or just go up and knock on the door, we need to leave sooner rather than later, I can’t be late to this thing when I’m already on the chopping block.
‘F*ck it’ I mutter, throwing open the door as Ian hastily opens his own and stands to grab the door for me. ‘Give me two minutes Ian’ I huff out, ‘my date isn’t quite ready.
Ian nods, ‘yes sir’ he replies formally, I don’t think the guy actually
