Rhys Van Acker
The airport is bustling with activities as I pace back and forth in the private lounge. I try to distract myself by the distant clatter of suitcases, and the low murmur of travelers moving through their own routines. Yet, all I can focus on is the slight twisting in my gut as I wait for Peach.
I’m not sure she’ll show up, it’s 9:54am and she’s supposed to be here before 10am. I just hope my plan works. I already told Cole not to come until tomorrow so basically, I’ll be going to Tokyo alone with Peach—that’s if she shows up.
If she does, then I get a chance to change her mind about the contract. My blood boils in anticipation as I continue to pace. But it’s ridiculous, really. I’m Rhys Van Acker. I don’t get swept up by what-ifs, but here I am, silently hoping on somethin
