LONDON

 

 

 

There was just something about Striker Cade when he smiled. He lit up the entire place. He was like the moon, those stars in the night. 

When he entered my home office, just like that, he shone the brightest. He was just full of life.

“Are you going out tonight, Vanderford?”

“Going somewhere, Cade?”

“No, ma’am.” He instantly lifted his gaze, meeting mine. “Sorry.”

“Take a seat.”

“Thank you.” He did sit on the couch. 

“I just wanna ask your honest opinion.”

“Sure. Are you sure I’m the right person you should be asking for an opinion?”

“I don’t know. You’re a guy.”

“The last time I checked, yes,...