Meanwhile parked on the side of the road was a matte black Rolls Royce Ghost. Inside the luxury car sat Dean Davis, his onyx eyes were fixed on the beautiful girl who had just left the bank and strolled into the phone shop. His eyes followed her every movement as she then exited the shop and walked to the bus stop.
"April."
His magnetic and deep soothing voice calls her name. His eyes are drawn to her like a moth to a flame. His heart pounding in his chest, his fingers itched to open his door and run out and embrace her. Held tight in his arms she would be safe and loved, he wouldn't let anything bad happen to her.
He had woken up yesterday morning after having a surreal dream. He had woken up in his penthouse apartment as usual, but his heart clenched as the dream appears too real. He remembered the loud bang, the flames, smoke and then the pain.
