CHAPTER 19. NO MORE HANKY-PANKY

RYDER

Alighting from my private jet, I was met with repeated camera flashes and was swamped up by a bunch of paparazzi and reporters. They held out their recorders and were throwing a bunch of questions my way.

It was raining. Not the thunderstorm kind of rain, but yeah, it was raining. And it's unbelievable that these humans would stand out here to suck the life out of me when they should be helping those already affected by the constant rain.

With my sunglasses on and an umbrella over my head, I was guarded to my car. The door opened and I slid in, shutting...