Chapter 36. Not an Alcoholic

Ellie's POV

I take in some deep breaths, relishing how new I feel. Less burdened. Less worries. Adventures and new environments are really therapeutic! I thank this guy for thinking of this. And for choosing such a therapeutic site for our first day.

We park his white Lamborghini in his ample parking lot, and we step out, the large box of pizza in my hands. Time really flew by us at the beach, and only darkness reminded us that we needed to head back. That is how freaking fast time flies when you are having a good time, huh? But when life is screwing you, time drags worse than a tortoise pace. We didn't talk much except for a few jokes here and there, but it was great all the same. I feel so fresh and new.

I glance at my Porsche well parked between his two heavy machines. He had it delivered here the day after our encounter. I don't know whether I should be grateful for that accident or not, but at least I didn't end up sleeping on the street. I wo