[BLAKE'S HOUSE]
Blake was sitting on the couch, his eyes closed. He was holding Ixora's hairpin, picking himself with the sharp edge.
Only one thought clouded his head: Ixora's lies.
He knew she was lying when she said a random stranger helped her.
It wasn't a random person, but her boss... Drexton.
He had come to figure out who had the scent the day he punched him at his company. He had no idea why Ixora would lie to him.
She didn't like him, yet why was he feeling insecure?
He had known Ixora long before Drexton came into the picture. Trying to ignore the reality seemed impossible.
He was glad Drexton had saved Ixora from the bastard that had tried to r**e her, but what were they doing out all night?
Why did she lie to them?
"Ouch," he winced, opening his eyes.
The hairpin gav
