At exactly six that evening, Xavier was at my door, ready to pick me up. He was still wearing his usual attire, less his dark shades. He was not bad-looking, maybe in his late thirties. I learned that my first assumption that he was his driver and sort of bodyguard was correct.
"Ms. Miller, Sir Nathan had a clear instruction not to leave your doorstep if you declined to come with me." He argued as I continued to refuse to leave my apartment.
I was supposed to order some take-out since I did not feel like cooking tonight when Nathan called earlier. He wanted to drop by after work, but I told him it was not such a good idea after what happened earlier. Then, he insisted that I should come to his place instead.
Nathan told me he would be picking me up. He wanted me to have dinner with him and stay overnight at his place. I refused his invitation, making some lame excuses, but apparently, he would not have it any other way.
