Evan’s POV

As the clock stroked twelve, I was out of my office and into my Lamborghini and driving towards my mansion. Apart from the mansions I owned in Paris, Italy, London, Indonesia, Canada and Bora Bora, I loved the one in Brooklyn the most.

I never called it ‘home’ though. To me, a home was having someone or a family to go to and I didn’t had such. 

Mom had already called me three times to ask if I was ready for the trip to the Caymans. 

Jessica roamed around the house and I headed straight for my shower. I shampooed my hair, took a long shower and changed...