Roxanne
A knock on the door the next morning made me jump.
Daxon was in the shower, so I was the only one I could answer the door. I slowly creeped towards it and looked through the peephole.
A tall man in a suit was standing there.
“Who’s there?” I asked.
“My name is Boris. I was hired by Daxon Vaughn.” A strong Australian voice responded.
I almost opened the door but then I got nervous. What if this guy was lying and he was my stalker?
“Um, could you just hold on please?” I asked.
“Ms. Roxanne, I promise I am not your stalker. Your husband went through Bulwark Security Agency and hired me.”
That was the agency that Daxon had told me about. It had to be true, but still I was skeptical.
“I can just wait out here until your husband is available. I will make sure no one come
