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  “Colin will drive you anywhere you need to go,” Tae assured him. “Have a good evening.”

  “Yeah,” Clark muttered and climbed into the back of the car. He was reaching for the door when Colin closed it for him. Clark stared at Tae through the tinted glass, wondering what made Tae tick. He seemed harsh and cold. Obviously, the man had money to get what he wanted, so what reason did he have to be so grumpy?

  Instead of going back to the restaurant, Clark had Colin take him home. He was exhausted—physically, emotionally, mentally. The ride to his apartment felt like talking to Tae—hard and sterile. Yet, he leaned back and pretended that being driven around was something he was used to. Though he tried not to stare or touch anything, everything seemed so foreign. From the comfortable leather of the seat, to the television screens in the backs of the headrests before him—everything in the car was new and strange.

  When they arrived at his place, Clark couldn’t get out of the vehicle fast enough. He scrambled from the back seat, thanked the driver and bolted into his building as if the driver had suggested they make out. He peeked out after mentally counting to ten and saw the tail end of the car disappearing in the distance then exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. His confusion and relief quickly turned to irritation when he noticed that one of the elevators had a note on it that it wasn’t working. He stepped to the other and frowned, for it was on service and only God knew what floor they had the damn thing parked on.

  He had two options—one, wait for the service elevator to come, or two, take the stairs to the tenth floor. Clark didn’t see these as great choices. If he waited, he’d be late for his dinner date with his best friends, and if he climbed the stairs, he’d be too exhausted to do much of anything for a while. And he couldn’t cancel on Paolo and Drew again. Muttering a profanity under his breath, he turned for the stairs, when he heard a ping.

  The doors to the elevator slid open. When he saw there was no one in it but the service key was still hanging from the keyhole, he smirked and got in. Once the doors closed, he pressed his floor and twisted the key. It would carry the car all the way up to his floor no matter if someone on another floor on the way called it. At his destination, he pressed the lobby button, twisted the key and darted out of the way of the closing doors.

  In his unit, he quickly plugged his phone in to charge then took a shower. Clark got dressed in a black pair of jeans with a matching dress shirt. With aftershave on his neck and cheeks, he sat on the chest at the foot of his bed to pull on a pair of black Pegabo Laurentides leather high-top sneakers. They’d cost him a small fortune, but he loved them. Standing, Clark checked himself out in the mirror, twisting one way then the next. He fiddled with his always present rope necklace and inhaled deeply.

  His cell phone rang from where he’d plugged it in and he ran through the apartment to check the face. It said Daddy on the screen and Clark smirked.

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  About the Author

  Multi-published Remmy Duchene was born in St. Anns, Jamaica and moved to Canada at a young age. When not working or writing, Remmy loves dabbling in photography, traveling and spending time with friends and family.

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