Becoming His

The house he took me to was on a small street set amongst tall trees that stood stiffly to attention along the roadside. Paved pathways bordered the orderly area and a few people moved around, walking their dogs, jogging, or simply strolling along. The line of row houses was uncannily similar to each other as they faced a mirror image of themselves on the other side of the road. A small garden in front of each house, some well maintained, and others with barely any plants, appeared to be the norm. It seemed to be a residential area that was obviously upper middle class, quiet, and unremarkable. Double-door garages stood open in some houses, revealing the shiny vehicles owned by the people who lived there.

Discreet and a place where no one was going to ask questions about their neighbours, as I was to discover later.

When we drew up to one such little house, Lucien's bodyguards alighted first, and while one of them held the door open for us to alight from the large luxury sedan, the o