Chapter 43 - Gregory Davis Jones

The car pulled up next to a fountain in front of a big mansion. I've only seen houses like this in movies, with a butler and servants waiting by the door as we arrived. Domenic took my hand and guided me in as Summer and Anthony walked behind us.

"Mr. Davis, your father is waiting for you in the dining room." The butler said then proceeded to walk in front of us. We walked with our figures intertwined and took glances at each other, as we came closer to what I assumed would be the dining room we heard voices and laughter.

Even tho his father was an older man with hair and a beard grey as ash, I could see Domenic's facial features on his father's face. He was dressed formally in a black suit with a white collar and a red scarf wrapped around his neck as he smoked a cigar.

But the last person I imagined seeing today was Alice, but she was here drinking wine and talking with Domenic's father. It was obvious he enjoyed her company but his face changed as he saw us come in.

Domenic drew