A white Colorado picked up was waiting outside the building. Lee dutifully handled all the things that I− Dylan bought for me. Damn, the man had really some loosened screw on his head. My head throbbed as I glance at the five bags again. Five bags. All for me.
Really, Mr. Claude and I would have a word for this.
I sighed as the cool air of the car crept to my skin. Clearly, that guy has his own memo, not just for himself! Who did he think he was? Was he showing off his money on my face?
The drive with Lee and the driver, I didn't know what his name was, was silent. I was getting bored, my eyes slowly drifting, when I catch a glimpse of an ice cream shop. My mouth watered already.
I poked Lee's shoulder and smiled sweetly at him. "Um, can we stop for a minute? I just want to buy some ic
