CHAPTER 7: Sell Yourself for Me

Genevieve’s POV:

I kept pacing around the small kitchen, glancing at the giant clock behind me, this could hardly be called a kitchen though; it was rounded and extremely cramped, the walls were painted a hideous greenish yellow shade lined with walled cabinets and a giant rusty black oven. A small table and chair were pushed around one corner of the room while a small window above the stove allowed you to look outside.

An hour had passed and Jaxon still hadn’t arrived yet, I kept looking worriedly at the front door to see if he had arrived yet, wild thoughts consumed my mind from time to time as Jaxon was usually heavily drunk at this hour of the night.