Knight, as usual, let his driver take me home the next morning. We did it so many times that I was a limp when he decided that he was done. Though he’s told me that he still has mercy, I don’t think we both have the same definition of mercy. I’m sore as hell!

"Yes. I just got home. Let’s talk once we meet. " I said to Peter on the other line.

I rested the whole day, spending my time on the bed. This is not a good idea. This is becoming more of my own desire rather than the plan that ...