Thirty-Six

NIXON'S POV

The ray of the beautiful morning sun hit my face as I stepped out of my Lamborghini, making my way into the Styles building.

"Good morning, Mr. Garret," the staff on the first floor greeted me as I made my way toward the elevator.

From a distance, I spotted Aria going into the elevator with Lena beside her. A sigh escaped my lips when I recalled what happened between her and Dave. A sense of guilt washed through me because I had a hint about what Dave was planning all along.

But then, it wasn't my business. Aria was mature enough to make certain decisions for herself, I shouldn't hold myself responsible for something that was out of my control. It was all on her that she fell for Dave's Playboy charms and ended up getting hurt.

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't in support of Dave's action. Playing girls was something I was never fond of, and I'd tried to talk to Dave to change his ways but he wasn't ready to listen to me. I knew he would come to his senses when he meets someone