His darkness
My gaze meets a very familiar pair of black eyes sitting alone in a booth near to us with a phone over his ear.
The second my eyes meet him, a glare was burning inside my orbs.
It was Grayson, the bodyguard that sometimes accompanies me.
He looked very indifferent to my stares and stared directly at me still.
I’m being followed now, or what?
“Shall we go somewhere else?” I turned my attention back to Chris, who nodded and asked for the check.
He took his phone and car keys then we stood up making our way outside, passing Grayson booth who stood up.
Why the hell am I being followed! How did he even know where I am? Because I’m sure Dimitri wouldn’t say a word.