Axel
When I told Fred my decision, he protested, of course.
"You’re being irresponsible," he grumbled, arms crossed as I opened the door of my Aston Martin for Kimberly. "Leonel won’t approve of this."
"Leonel’s not here," I replied, holding his gaze until he backed down.
Kimberly got into the car without saying a word, but I caught the corner of her mouth curve slightly when Fred rolled his eyes.
"At least let us follow you," he insisted.
I hesitated for a second. I didn’t want an audience for this conversation, but I couldn’t completely ignore security either.
"Fine. But keep your distance.
