KNOXX

"Philip, what are you doing here?" I didn't want to think that he came to check on me. This is the third week of my healing process. I was completely fine...ugh... I was beginning to get sick of him hovering around me.

"To check on you, Mr President." He set his bag on the chair opposite me, standing beside it.

We were currently at the bar and I was having coffee. It was about eight in the morning, the club was busy as fuck. I had a club meeting scheduled for nine, which the first meeting of the year. Before Phillip came into the bar, I was going through...