39| Not sober.

The moment they were outside the club, Reese stopped in her track and turned to look at Axel, who was walking behind her.

"What did you want to tell me?" She asked.

Axel’s gaze went round. "Let’s go to a more private place. There are a lot of people here."

Reese raised her brow. "Where should we go to?"

"Follow me," He said, and he started walking.

Reese hesitated. She didn’t know where he was taking her, and she couldn’t just blindly follow him.

When he didn’t hear her footsteps trailing behind him, he halted and turned back to look at her. "Why are you still standing there?" He asked.

Pressing her lips together, she asked. "Where are we going to?"

"Come on, Reese." His brows furrowed. "Do you think I am going to hurt you."

She rolled her eyes. "How would I know?"

"We are going to the parking lot." He told her, shaking his head lightly, as he turned back and continued walking, wondering why she would ever think that he could hurt her.

He led her through the lines of cars parke