Lizzy's POV
My nails dug into my palm as my feet stomped the floor while I had my eyes glued to the phone, which had the message from Onyx.
I was a heartbeat away from hurling my phone at the wall, because my patient had long elapsed when I was seated on the chair in that fine dining restaurant, dressed in the emerald gown he had sent over for me to put on. Couples walked in and out while I sat with a smile that faded when the waiters came around cleaning up and was replaced with anger when the manager came over asking me to leave because it was time to lock up.
I had pleaded for thirty more minutes which I wasn't given so I stood with feet wobbling, managing to walk out without breaking down from having been stood up for hours until I got to the car where his driver waited.
A sigh
