Leah wasn't sure why she was listening to Ivan. All she knew was that he was pretty convincing. She wanted to be home and try to reach Vincent, but she knew that wasn't a good idea. At least Ivan’s words had gotten to her.She dressed in shorts and a cute top.she stepped out with my Louis Vuitton bag and strap sandals, and found Ivan in the living room dressed in black.He turned around and his eyes widened“You look—”“Beautiful?”“Yeah, but young.”Leah frowned.“Are you saying I've always looked old?’“No, no of course not. You just always look so much larger than life.”Leah smiled. “Well, I am not. I'm just a twenty five year old.”“Yeah, you are. Let's go.”Leah followed.“Should we take my car?”“No, I have a better idea.” Ivan said, grabbing Leah's hand and taking her to the garage.‘Oh no.” Leah shook her head.“Come on. Do you want to have fun and make Vincent jealous or not?” Ivan asked. Leah smirked. “Well when you put it like that.”Leah hated motorcycles. She had no id

Ivan woke up to the loud sound of an alarm clock. Wherever it was, it wasn't his. The sound got louder, and louder like the warning bell of the apocalypse. He almost went insane looking for it. Why was it so fucking loud?! Then he found the device at the foot of his blanket, and turned it off. It was Leah’s phone. Memories of last night suddenly flooded his head. He winced at everything he had gotten up to last night, then he looked around and there was no one in sight. "Leah," he called out, dragging himself out of bed but there was no response. He walked to the bathroom, washed his face, and made his way to his mother’s room, but she was not there. Ivan instantly froze. Then he quickly ran to the living room to raise an alarm when he saw his mother seated next to Leah on the dining table playing a game of chess. He didn't even know that his mother could play Chess. He let out a breath of relief. “Hey, honey, you are finally awake.” Ivan’s mother, Grace smiled. “And y

Ivan stepped into Leah’s bedroom an hour later. “Have a seat.” Leah pointed. “What's this about?” He asked. “Your mom and I had fun today. She's a sweet lady.” Ivan raised a suspicious brow. “I’m glad you did.” “Yes. Me too. She was of course worried about you and insisted I call you every single minute.” “As expected.” Ivan said, impatiently waiting for Leah to get to the point. ”She kept asking questions about me and my family. I lied to her, but she's a smart woman. I doubt she fully believed anything I said.” Ivan expected this. He couldn't say he didn't m, but he wished she'd asked him instead. “I think we should get her own place. Just to keep…” “No.” Ivan shook his head, standing up abruptly. ”Ivan, we have to. I know you're worried…” “Of course I'm worried. Not only was she almost killed just barely three days ago, she is sick. You think I'm going to leave her alone all by herself.” “That's not what I'm asking you. We will have security and a full staff with her

Ivan put on the glasses, relieved to have something to hide his eyes with. He looked up at the man who had given them to him. “Who are you?” Ivan asked, studying him. He could barely see through the glasses. “It's Silas. Can't you see?!” “Not really.” Ivan squinted at him. “What are you doing here?” “I was on a date. A date you are absolutely ruining.” Silas gritted his teeth. “Why are you down here?” “I was taking an evening stroll.” “You can not be serious. Did you listen to anything I told you earlier. Anything at all?” “How do I make this shit stop?” “For one, you stay home!” Silas snapped. “I'm taking you back home right now. Also why didn't you take your fucking suppressants!” Shit. It was then Ivan realized that he'd forgotten to actually take them thanks to Vincent. “I forgot.” “You forgot? What do you mean you forgot? You know what, it doesn't matter, let's just go.” Silas sighed. “Wait here. I'll be back. I need to send my date home tha

“You look stiff.” Leah said as they stepped out o the car into a huge mansion that looked like it could fit at least 12 of his old house. “This is breathtaking.” He whispered before he could shut his mouth up. “It's been in my family for six generations.” “It shows.” “Let's go.” Leah smiled… “you'd love what is inside.” Ivan followed Leah. Taking in the final fountain in the middle of the compound with a terrazzo interlocking surrounding the outside of the fountain. There were a couple of trees scattered about the compound and well manicured shrubs place in a strategic square. The large French double doors opened, and waiting inside was a tall bald man wearing a black tux. “Mistress Leah. You're welcome.” The man said with a warm smile “Thank you, Jerry.” “You must be master Ivan Smith. Welcome.” The butler bowed a little. “Where is everybody?” She asked. “About to have breakfast.” Leah walked past him but not before touching his arm. Ivan followed. He gasped at how g