CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

ERON

My phone beeped, signalling a text. It was from Levi Apollo, CEO of Apollo Interiors Ltd.

She'll be there by Thursday, it read.

I grinned. It looked like she was running away from me the past few days. Almost like she had forgotten about her family, but I was not going to allow that. I was a selfish man, and I wanted her to understand that. Even if I was so fucking confused at the moment, I was sure of one thing, which was my severe attraction for her.

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Thursday came by pretty slow. But now that it was here, I found myself getting nervous like a thirteen year old boy. Fremantle Michealson succeeded in turning a Mafia Lord, into a whipped pussy. That would serve a marvelously pathetic news headline.

"They're here, boss. The designers." Jojo, my right hand man after Liam told me. I nodded and told him off, turning to the mirror to fix myself before mentally cursing and heading to the door.

When have I ever had to dress up for a woman?

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