YVONNE'S P.O.V
A black Porsche was the first thing I saw when I came down the taxi
Next was the man who owned the Porsche, the one who somehow was more powerful and commanding than the car itself.
My hands turned sweaty, and the memory of the last time I'd seen him burned my mind.
‘We're nowhere near done’
Those were the words he said to me, those were the words I could see in his eyes as I walked towards him, aware of every step I took, of how he watched my every move with sharpness and hunger.
Mr Voss was clad in one of those designer suits that did little to hide his perfect build. His arms slid out of his pockets, coming up to his tie to loosen it a fraction. His hair was perfect as usual —as always
And his eyes, the first thing I had fallen in love with when I crashed into him
