Chapter Thirty-Nine. Diana.
The twenty-minute trip back to my place is quiet, as Jessie sits beside me, his toned skin unusually pale. It is weird seeing the man who is always in control looking a little vulnerable. As I pull up outside the building, where my small flat is, I realise that Jessie has never been here. I moved just after our fake relationship had ended. My flat is small, but it is mine. After a hefty bonus at work, I sacrificed the space in my last apartment, which was rented and bought this place with a tiny mortgage, it is big enough for me, and does have a spare room, although it is little more than a box room. But it can fit a single bed and small chest of drawers in there.
As we get out of the car, my keys rattle in my trembling hand, as I am suddenly overcome with a
