Chapter Fourteen

Rylee

Looking down, I saw well-polished Italian shoes pressing my toes. The scent of the man hit me hard and I realized it was someone that was filthy rich. The trousers were well-tailored and fitted. I looked down and covered my head in disguise as I walked towards the gate with my bag. I knew no one would stop me. I made friends with some of the security personnel. All I had to do was wave and smile leaving them wondering where I was going and if I was permitted to do so.

Guests were tripping in and out of the mansion so they were focused and I was ready to see the outside world. I had initially thought one of the guests mistakenly stepped on me and I casually apologized for bumping into him but when I looked up, it was Manolo. I was shocked to see him and wondered why I didn't recognize his scent. Manolo had a signature scent. It was the one thing that would make me talk to him for hours. That one scent that covered the room once he stepped in it. it was so different that time. Not