Chapter 9

• After driving at a very high speed for the past one hour to nowhere in particular, Connor heaved a deep sigh, slowing down.
• Never has he had this kind of urge to go to the club but thinking about it, he was not in a good shape at all.
• His long sleeve shirt would do a perfect job in hiding the bandage on his wrist but the one on his head was just too visible. Paparazzi always got a good glimpse of him whenever he went into and out of the club and the last thing he wanted was to give them something huge to talk about. Before heading home, he had put everything in place to ensure that a word about the little accident was not heard and the last thing on his mind was to ruin everything.