She elegantly made her way over to the chairs to sit while she sipped her drink and waited for Zavier to make an appearance.
She crossed a leg over the other, her dress falling open at the slit to reveal the straps of her shoes.
For the first time in her life, she imagine what life would have been like if her father hadn’t been brutally murdered, she might have probably never met Zavier.
Actually, all the rich people in New York City moved in similar circles so it would have only been a matter of time before they bumped into each other.
Their chances of getting together would have been next to nonexistent though, she couldn’t imagine life without Zavier.
A looming presence snapped her out of her thoughts and she looked behind her to see Zavier stride in, in all black.
He looked f****
