La Niche.
Thursday, 8th of August, 2024. 9pm.
Jo's POV(Continued)
The brown and gold two storey building was at the very end of a cul dé sac. The street was very quiet and the nearest neighbour was about half a mile away. If it weren't for the luxurious cars parked outside the house and the different elite men and women dressed to the nines walking into said building, I would have thought that Vladimir had me brought all the way out here to be murdered.
In a way, it sort of reminded me of house of Pulé. I gulped hastily, doing my best to quash the lurid images that sprung up at the thought of that house.
Not the time, I admonished the lusty hoe residing rent free in my head.
"Miss Puhvel?" I turned my head at the voice.
Staring down at me expressionlessly from outside the limo was Castor. I blushed for no particular reason and held my hand out to him. Without a word, Castor helped me out of the white rolls Royce limo we just arrived in.
Dressed in a sheer cotton pink and white ruffle
