LEVI’S POV
I sank into the plush sofa, my gaze fixed on the message glowing on my phone screen. It was from Isabella, mentioning she’d speak to me after the first game in Melbourne. I’d assured her I’d be there every step of the way, which must have confused her.
Well, it wasn’t me directly: it was Me as Mr L. This would explain her confusion of cause...
I wondered what she was thinking about now as she lay on her bed. Did she dwell on Mr. L’s mysterious presence, or was her mind occupied by my wicked declaration back at the office?
The memory of what I told her gnawed at me, amplifying my sense of foolishness, especially now that solitude engulfed me.
“It would not happen again.” What was I thinking telling her that? f**k me!
The office lay quiet around me, corridors empty as if ev
