Thorne’s P.O.V

An amused smile crossed my face as my gaze lingered on the pictures that Freya had sent me. She was beautiful—Probably, the most attractive woman I had ever set eyes on.

However, the smile on my face faltered when I spotted Enzo standing next to her, grinning widely. He was the reason she had no personal picture. Every picture that she had sent, he was always in it!

Instead of dwelling on it, I cropped Enzo out of the picture and shifted my gaze to the chauffeur. “How much longer?”

He responded, his eyes meeting mine briefly through the rearview mirror. “Ten minutes. We would have gotten there...