Amelia’s POV:
I stand at the edge of the driveway waiting for Precious, when a roar rumbles through the air. I look up just in time, seeing a striking green Aston Martin gliding around the flowerbed, heading straight for me.
Precious slings his arm casually on the window frame. As the vehicle rolls to a smooth stop in front of me, he gets out, with a grin as dazzling as the car itself, then he comes around to open the door for me like some old-school gentleman.
“How many cars do you own?” The question slips out of my mouth as I settle into the leather seat.
Three luxury cars in two days. I’m starting to wonder how deep his garage goes. Maybe I can expect to see a private jet next time.
“Not sure. I’ll count them tonight if you want to know,” he flashes me a smile and turns the key in
