Meeting her best friend

Leo’s POV

“Careful, baby,” I told Allison, as I held her hand to help her down the stairs of my private jet.

After spending three days in America, we were finally back to Canada.

“Thanks, babe,” Allison pressed a kiss to my lips when we got to the foot of the stairs, where Dylan was waiting with two suit-clad men.

“Welcome home, sir and ma,” He said. “How was your trip?”

“It was alright,” I replied, swinging an arm around Allison's waist as the men in suits wordlessly bowed to us before carrying out luggage to a black range rover.

“Give me the car to the G-wagon,” I said to Dylan. “Allison and I have to visit somewhere urgently.”

I was finally meeting Allison's best friend today, the person who according to Tasha could make or break our relationship, and I truly hoped that she was just exaggerating because there was absolutely no way in hell that I'd let someone come between us.

However, given how Allison had seemed so serious and nervous while speaking about her, I couldn't h