Chapter 55

STRIKER

A few hours of sleep couldn’t compensate for my exhaustion. I needed the whole day or even a week. Then I woke up with a horrible hangover headache in the hotel room and still wearing the same clothes from yesterday.

I went to the men’s boutique on the corner to buy a new set of clothes before I took the quickest shower because I had an appointment with my father.

And then, there was still a heavy yet hollow feeling in my chest whenever I thought of London. I didn’t even know how we ended up here—in this situation, but I was giving her what she desired.

I stopped by the coffee shop to grab the caffeine I badly needed—I needed a clear head before facing my father.

I was about to sip my coffee when my phone rang. It was Linden.

I answered it before he called everyone asking about me. “Yeah?”

“Glad you’re still alive.” His voice had humor, but I knew what this call was about.

“Thanks for the concern. I’m headed to my father.”