#Chapter196

‘I’m right here. Where do you think I would be?’ I question him cheekily, definite perky mood at his appearance and no hint of sassy at all. I feel great and even he couldn’t dampen my sparkle today.

He’s looking unusually suave in casual attire again, a t-shirt and jeans that are snug but not overly tight and has shades stuck on his head in his messy hairdo. It’s a good look but it’s not my perfectly tailored sinister mobster, and I feel a tad disappointed in it. He’s hot like this, but he’s smoking in a suit.

‘I left some files on the desk for you that you...