To save time, Dorothy just tossed some clothes over her pajamas and bounced.
She figured she'd drop Everett off at Bay Residence and then head back.
She took a cab to Crimson International Club, and the minute she hopped out, she spotted Everett’s black Maybach.
"Ms. Sanchez, here are the car keys." The assistant rushed over the moment he saw her.
Dorothy didn't smell any booze on him, but as soon as she got in the car, she smelled the dude in the passenger seat. He smelled like a damn distillery.
"Please take Mr. Lopez home. Be careful on the road." The assistant stood by the roadside, waving.
She was baffled. "Aren't you coming? Then who would help Everett in when we got there?"
"I’ve got something else to handle."
Dorothy was speechless and resigned herself to the driver's seat.
She snuck a peek at Everett next to her. His suit and shirt were still immaculate. His handsome face was tense, and his lips were tightly pressed. He looked like he was screaming 'keep out.'
eyes closed, so she figured he was
got to Bay Residence, Dorothy gently called out to him after opening
No response.
but to start moving the nearly 6-foot-tall man. She
of relief. Just as she was about to leave, a
pull, she tumbled onto the
found herself pinned
Let me… Let me get you
to get up, but his
His voice was a lot huskier
are implying." She was serious. "If you regret our
frowned at her. "You heartless
of resentment in his
Everett was definitely plastered.
I really don’t have the money right now." She was truly desperate. For now, all she
a long while,
Everett rolled off her and lay next
"But Mr. Lopez…"