ELENA
I saw Devon's silver Rolls Royce standing out amidst the old, simple cars parked around it. His driver was waiting beside the car, and as soon as he saw his Boss walking in his way, he straightened up.
"Boss!" The man was in his early thirties. His eyes shifted to me, and he gave me a small smile of acknowledgement. "Miss Bell!"
I nodded in response, but my facial muscles were too tired to twitch in a smile.
"George stay here with Mr Bell. He is under observation for now. Inform me if there is anything urgent." Devon ordered
The man nodded in understanding. "Yes, Boss!"
"I am taking Miss Bell her home," Devon informed, and the driver passed him the car keys.
After a minute of a short conversation, which mostly consisted of Devon bombarding him with instructions, George walked inside the building.
While Devon opened the door for me, I glanced at the spot where we fought the last time. I cringed inwardly, thinking about how I kneeled Devon between his legs.
