CHAPTER NINETEEN
'If my room is the VIP room, I am wondering what your nicely furnished room is called'
Jason felt right at home on Naya's soft bed.
Naya sat on the bed next to Jason. She saw he was tired and stressed and he was trying to handle the stress on his own. His eyes were closed. His chest rise and fell softly as he breath. Jason was wearing a white long sleeve shirt with golden strips cuff links, the first two buttons on the shirt was unbuttoned and on the upper right side of the shirt was a child's dirty palm's print probably Nolani's. Jason wore a black pant with black socks and designer shoes.
'So how was the fundraiser?' Naya asked as she watched him closely. Jason didn't move a muscle or answer her question.
'How was Chicago?' Naya asked again. When Jason didn't answer again, Naya peeped closer and he was fast asleep. Jason was probably jetlagged too.
