Chapter 69 OFF THE BEATEN TRACK

ZYAIR'S POINT OF VIEW

"Fuck, I need a good shower," I said underneath my breath and closed the door of my car. The darkness around my pad greeted me as soon as I step outside. I yawn while I walk through door of my pad.

I get the small remote inside the pocket of my pants and press the blue button. Not so long after, the light slowly creeps around the place, illuminating the surroundings. The air-condition also starts running. I slump myself on the couch and throw my suitcase beside me.

I leaned my neck on the headrest and look above the white ceiling, contemplating about things that I never thought I would dip myself into.

I roam my eyes around, aside from the expensive home furniture that I bought, I can't see anything. I tried to hear some beautiful sounds, but my heavy breathing and the noise coming from the air-condition are the only things that my ears can pick up.