Demyan
Malia had woken up early and gone to her bedroom to shower then get ready to collect her Dad from the airport. From what I understood they were going to spend the day together, she was going to show him around London then she would come back after dinner. I was not too comfortable with her driving at night by herself so I organised the driver to bring her back later.
She was buzzing and it felt like I was seeing the old Malia again. The one before the pregnancy and the girl who made me forget about my broken heart. Light was starting to flood her body and I was so glad to see that again. It was very easy to please her and I wanted to kick myself for forgetting that.
"You're going to take my car," I handed her the keys to my Rolls Royce Ghost. It was a new one I had recently bought. Wrapped in a dark matte navy blue, with a tanned interior and golden features. I had not driven it since it arrived but if there was one car I trusted it was definitely this one.
