"Where is my wallet?" She muttered to herself looking through the drawers in the dining room.
"Do you need something?" His sinfully alluring British accent hit her ears from behind.
"Yes, I'm unable to find my wallet, but you go ahead, I'll lock the door behind me once I find my wallet," she said and continued digging and searching.
"Alright, good day," he said in his charming and seemingly normal voice.
The thing about Aeden was that he never let his facade crumble down. He had put on a show. Well, nobody had actually seen him, just some people in Europe and Mexico, people of extremely high importance and nobody else. Despite being a well-known personality or a criminal, he was still anonymous.
"Same to you," she yelled once she realised he was out by the door.
She sighed as she wal
