. . . . . Lexy's P. O. V. . . . . .

The pattering sounds against my window shield didn't just bring back memories, it reminded me that I didn't have the right to feel so comfortable yet.

I didn't stop watching my assistant, Lydia through the window shield as she made her way out of the club house, Mr Angelo still got her tied up to one of his shitless conversations right in front of his club house.

I looked away from the window, heaved a heavy sigh before looking back at my IPhone on my hand, staring blankly at the time which read 10:37p.m while the...