Charles.
Depressed and pathetic, the two perfect words to explain how I am truly feeling right now. But I can’t help it. Sending that text to Riley, which was to serve as a threat was all I could do. The only game that I have up my sleeve to get her to meet me.
Convincing her to be a surrogate might have to come later, maybe after I have gotten her to agree to work under me. Then everything would be perfect for me and my angel. Heaving out a sigh, I took a sip of the cocktail served to me.
Luckily, I don’t easily get knocked out so I will late until I am done with Riley. It is late but I don’t care, I will be returning to D.C tomorrow and I will be taking Zelia with me to join Noah there, so it would be a long day for me, especially that I didn’t get to retire for the day early. “Do you
