Mister Me

Demyan

I saw the Ford Everest driving down the London streets miles away. A sinister smile spread across my lips as it stuck out like a sore thumb surrounded by guards. It had not even been five minutes since the ten million pounds had reflected into my bank account and there he was. Mister Finance and Statistics, if you wanted his attention target his bank account and you would get all of Ethan. 

He had been sending me roses every single day that Bunbun even attacked them on purpose now and Lia had insisted they decorate her bedroom. Ethan would be the sole reason roses went extinct one day. He was still so painfully old school that he thought roses, chocolates and jewellery would add him back to my good graces.