24- A Night To Remember

LANA'S POV

Like a mad woman, I strolled up the stairs to Mrs. McCain's office. I was fuming with anger, confused, and wanting to lush out on anyone who dared to stand on my way when I wanted to enquire about how my drawing got into Mrs. McCain's hands.

I was practicing the words that I was going to say to her. It didn't make sense that it could have gotten to her when I stayed with Dax and Xavier, who had no idea who she was. It only made sense to me that she had a spy whom she wanted to steal my drawing and sell it.

And though Dax was the only one to know about it, it could not have been him. He would have asked about the drawing and wouldn't have obviously wanted me to sell his naked drawing for the world to see. That at least made sense to me.

He was a very prideful man and wouldn't have succumbed to that level to bring himself humiliation of having the whole world to see the size of his dick, or how big and thick it was when he was erected.

I also didn't want him to question me