81: Yvette

When I'm on my way home after cleaning a house at the upper east side, I see a black seems-to-be-too-expensive-to-be-here car parked at the street next to my apartment building. I know instantly it's him.

So I walk to the car and stand next to the door, about to knock on the window when it rolls down as if he knows I'm out here.

"Open the door for Miss Tanner, Charles." He commands his driver that immediately goes out of the car and jogs towards me.

"I'm tired, nuh-uh, I'm not going anywhere." I shake my head as I move my index finger left and right signalling a no.

"I'm not gonna fuck you on that death bed." He mutters annoyedly through the window. Charles is standing next to me since I'm still talking to the boss, blocking the door he wanted to open.

"Too bad then, go fuck yourself in your castle, Knight. Toodles." I straighten my body then turn to Charles who looks like he's trying hard to hide his smile, "Good night, Charles."

"Good night, Miss Evie," he replies politely as