AMIRA
Returning his phone to him, I knew that my work here was done. Walking out of the door, I walked past his group of rogue friends and approached one of his security details. “He has fallen asleep.” I informed him, “Can you please help me take him home.”
He gave me a curt nod. “Yes ma’am.”
Turning around, I led him to the booth where Phoenix was sleeping soundly. Two of his men carried him up from the sofa to the car. He was carefully placed in the back seat and the door was held open for me too but I shook my head.
“I am going to Ciara’s place to make some last-minute preparations for the wedding tomorrow.” He frowned, indicating that he wasn’t cool with me being out this late, given that Phoenix was unconscious to give a go-ahead order.
“He can drive me,” I suggested, pointing
