When There Is Nothing Left But Love

The sun’s warmth graced me, but I blocked out its light, though I squinted at it. “It’s a good day.”

“It is,” John answered. We came to a crossroads, but John made a right turn. It was in the opposite direction of our home.

“I thought we’re going home.” I started to panic. All I wanted to do then was to find out what happened in the basement.

“No, no, no.” John didn’t even look at me. “It’s a good day, and the good news won’t stop coming. Next stop, here we come.” He blabbed about his plan, but I didn’t get a word of it.

I frowned, but there was nothing I could do. All I could do was go with the flow.

Trips were fun, but not when I was in a hurry. What a waste of time. I called Ashton.

It beeped, but then the call was hung up. Maybe it wasn’t a good time. I stared at the call record for a few moments before texting him: Call me when you’re done. It’s urgent.

reply, much to my worry. Then John came to the airport. Alright, that

was about to enter the airport. Then he shrugged. “What are you doing? The

to cooperate. “You’re getting in the way of a crucial matter, John. This person better be

back to push me into the airport. “I’ve always delivered, haven’t

my phone, shoving it in his face. “It’s almost

then someone patted my shoulder.

sexy curves tightly. The woman was also wearing stilettos, and she radiated nothing but sexual allure. I’d probably flirt with her

took off her sunglasses. “Oh, Emery!

I couldn’t believe that she managed to recover in a mere month or so. Her back was fair and smooth, totally unlike what I saw in

triumphant grin again. “I couldn’t stand it, so I spent tons of money to fix

my scars under cover. Pun not intended. Right, let’s leave this