Kira's POV
“Hello, my lady,” Noel had a wide grin as he watched me walk to him from where I had parked my car when I came in earlier. It was late at night and he was dressed to kill. Who says only a woman can dress to kill? He made a new idea pop into my mind
“Noel,” I called to greet him. He was resting his back on the blue Rolls Royce, dressed in a white button-less top, black jeans, and black Nike shoes. His hair was curly and messy, he looked handsome under the streetlight.
“Good evening ma'am, I thought you'd never call me after Don Jones passed,” and I rolled my eyes at him.
Noel and I met one of the days I tried to escape from Jones. He was assigned by Jone to guard and look after me and I saw a clear opportunity to escape when the i***t fell asleep. Jones had taken me out of
