Lena was all smiles as she sat in the car waiting for Darian to come to get the door for her. He had asked her to wait behind him while he walked her out of the car and into the restaurant. She was happy he was giving her the princess treatment she had always wished for, it was too good to be true and she was ready to savor every good moment she would spend with him.He linked their arms as they stepped into the restaurant he had booked for them to have lunch. It was weekend; he had all the time in the world to spend with her."I don't know if you'd like it here, I have been here just once for a business lunch and I must confess that they have good taste in everything." He said, leading her towards the entrance."Thanks for thinking about me," Lena gripped her long blue sleeveless gown with her fingers and walked meticulously, her heels clanging against the tiled floor. She felt she was overdressed for a lunch date but Tina assured her she looked great and Darian wanted her to look h

Darian whacked the dashboard angrily, it felt like Jay was moving extremely slow tonight, his pace used to be faster than this. "Go on faster, Jay. Get down the car, I will drive!" He yelled at him, almost taking the steering wheel from him."No, I can't let you drive in this state. We will die if I leave the wheel to you. You are not in the right state of mind." Jay increased the acceleration of the car to a higher one, and the car jumped through the highway, not stopping at any traffic sign; that was what Darian wanted."Fuck!" He flailed the dashboard again. "Fuck! I shouldn't have left her tonight, I should have stayed with her." Her number was now switched off and Harrison and Dickson weren't picking up their calls. Darian called the numbers of all the bodyguards at home, but none of them picked up. Pain surged through his insides, he was scared something had happened to Lena. Her voice wasn't bright the way it used to be and now he couldn't get through to her. "Go faster, Jay!"

Lena trudged up and down the casino pit, serving drinks to the men who were there to gamble. She had served four times now. As she went to get the last glass of liqueur, she halted at the bar counter, hand perched on her side. With bloodshot eyes, she glared at the man who poured the drink at the bar and questioned. "Where are the other hostesses?""I should ask you that, I am not one of you." The big man roared, his voice sounding like a sharp machete forcefully cutting irons. "Whatever!" She stretched her neck and jerked a middle finger at the man before walking away with the glass of liqueur. She muttered some cuss words audible only to her hearing as she went on to serve the drink, she dropped the glass in front of the white-beard man that sat at the far edge of the table and faked a smile.Lena was moving away from the old man who was in the process of harassing her. She warned him but the man persisted. He was about to grab her butt when a loud voice stopped him.She heard foot

"Am I a threat to you?" Lena posed the question to Darian, applying final touches to the light makeup on her face. She huddled back her makeup kits into the box and heaved an exasperated sigh. She wasn't the type to go out to open places but she couldn't refuse Gaby's request not after bribing her with something she had longed to know of."In what way, Lena?" He passed the earrings she left on the bed to her and sat back, resting his back on the headboard, his eyes glued to the magazine he was reading."Never mind, Darian." Lena smiled. She didn't want to tell Darian about Judson's threats; they didn't get to her. She had pondered on telling him but there was no need for that. "How do I look?" She spun around, wobbling in front of him.Darian didn't look at her, the news about some assassins had gripped his attention, and he didn't realize she was still talking to him."Darian!" She called a little louder, grimacing."What?" He asked in a bored tone."Nothing, never mind." She walked

Lena wriggled the pillboxes in her hands, her eyes glued to Darian as he swallowed the pills, he gulped down some water and smiled at her. "Antidepressants pills?" She asked, her eyes popping out of her head.Darian nodded his head, "Why are you surprised?" He arched his brows, curling an arm around her neck, he steered her to the bedside. "It's nothing serious, but you insisted on knowing what it is. I showed you because we agreed not to keep secrets from each other anymore.""Yeah," she stared at him. "Why?" She inquired of him."Why do I take the pills or why are there so many pills in here?" He took a box from her and lobbed it across the room. "Both," she retorted."Maybe it's an addiction, who knows?" He sniggered at her. She watched as his lips twitched in a smile, a smile that didn't reach his eyes. The type of smile that was gentle yet held so much pain. "I have been on these pills for a very long time, I took them seriously when I stopped therapy a few years ago.""Darian,