Damian entered his living room on the first floor, and the faint scent of citrus caught his nostrils.
He raised his gaze and met the eyes of the woman that he admired the most.
He knew that he had ignored her the last time and drove away. But he had not expected her to sit waiting for his return.
Alicia was so nervous to be in the same space as Damian. She immediately lowered her head and said to him, "Welcome, sir."
"Sir? How fortunate of me. I thought I told you to leave. So why are you here?" Damian questioned Alicia, as he strolled into the living room.
Alicia parted her lips to speak, but she wasn't bold enough to meet his gaze.
"It's concerning my sister... Samantha hasn't been found yet," Alicia replied, explaining why she was in his house.
"What happened to the police doin
