One Day Left.

Whistling, he swirled the key in his index finger while walking into his newly acquired humble abode. Said keys were soon tossed on the table along with a varieties of other things, two plane tickets to Bora Bora Island, which he had no intention of using, a pair of sunglasses, his cellphone, and a small packet, inside of which, was a small white powder, the type of white powder he knew would his goal of obtaining a certain woman, quite easy. Yes, he had no intentions of using the plane tickets he had so generously bought, but for his plan to go smoothly, he needed no distraction, thus, he needed a place for people to think Amara has run off to when they start looking for her while she spends time with him. A perfect plan, no? Of course it was! To have the woman he wanted, be completely alone, vulnerable, and in his mercy, where he could do whatever he pleased with her and she could not fight back, what a blissful experience that was going to be. "I can't wait." He chuckled and walked