Chapter 8

LENOX POV

I fold the white card into a neat square and place it at the top center of the bouquet. I then look up at the slim tall man standing before my desk, waiting to do his job.

"Deliver it to the location I sent to you. Don't say a word about me. Just deliver it and leave."

"Yes, sir."

"Good. You'll have more deliveries to take care of." Yes, a lot more in the future because I had a lot of plans for her.

I had a lot of plans for the woman who had gotten me obsessed with just the sight of her pictures. She saw me as a stranger but I knew her as my nephew's ex.

I was shocked to see her at the club that night and couldn't puzzle out why she was in Canada. I left it to be her business but I couldn't just leave while I knew she was there, right before me and asking to be fucked.

I watched in wonderment at her straightforwardness towards me. She said she wasn't drunk. It was partly a lie and the truth. She must be frequent with such habit to not be drunken by the harsh mix, I presum