The next day Austin suggests that I come over to his for some Netflix and chill. Steven agrees to drive me over because Austin is deep in work at the moment. There have been a few issues with the drug dealer case over the last few days. Austin has been refusing to tell me what is wrong. He keeps repeating that he does not want me t be involved in his work issues. He doesn’t want to worry me or stress me out.
When we arrive at the house, I’m surprised that Austin isn’t waiting at the door to greet me, like he always does. I thank Steven, who wishes me a fun night. “Use protection!” he calls after me. I turn bright red and run up to the front door. When I knock on the door, I expect Austin to open it. But it isn’t Austin who lets me in, it’s his butler. “Where is Austin?” I ask him feeling
