Chapter eighteen
Jayde
I tap my feet anxiously as the car pull into a huge house. Gold, marbles, nice frames.
This is the house of Henry. I'm sure this house is worth billions.
The chauffeur moves to my side of the car and opens the door.
I stare at him for a while, afraid that he might hear the hard beating of my heart.
I look out at the garden. Unconsciously, I let out a sigh.
I was ushered in as if I have a business deal with the executives. I'm not going to say this now but I will, later.
I'm going to get my hymen broken, I don't need anyone to remind me of that every time as if I'm about to do something momentum.
I walk inside the living room. It's spacious and there's a big TV on the wall, chairs well arranged. The purplish wall compliment the design.
The chandelier and the AC! Gosh! Henry is really Ayles' billionaire.
