(Aaliyah’s POV)
Friday evening found me extremely exhausted, and it was all because of my stupid car, which had finally decided to give up on me after serving me so well for years.
I had sold my lavish car and exchanged it for a cute Toyota Vitz when I had renounced my family’s riches, because trust me, I couldn’t buy fuel for a Mercedes on a personal assistant’s salary, and so, even though I loved my old car to bits, I had had to let it go.
But as I stood at the entrance of Lancaster Premiums, waiting for my Uber, Jaime pulled out of the underground parking lot, a puzzled look on his face when he found me standing near my beat-down car.
“Come on, get in.”
I shook my head, biting my lower lip accidentally, “I have a ride on the way, he’s almost here, so it’s fine, don’t worry about me
