Chapter 16 Avery & Drake

• AVERY
• I’m lightheaded from Drake’s touch, but I need to hide it from the middle-aged woman who walks in the office like she owns it. Her steps graceful and regal, her features soft, almost delicate. She’s breathtakingly beautiful. Her heels click along the marble flooring, her eyes find mine, her head tilting to the side before turning to Drake. Is this his…girlfriend…?
• “Mandrake, is that any way to greet your Mother?” Mandrake? Mother? This woman is his mother? Holy shit, she looks no older than thirty-five. She turns to me, a mischievous smirk dancing on her lips. “I promise you, I taught him manners. And who are you? You look familiar. Have we met before?”