King Braedon POV
I couldn't concentrate. All I could think about was her and whether she was safe, what she was dressed like, who she was with. I had ordered that she take the limousine with her friend Josie, but that did little to reassure me. I glared at my desk, my nails digging in. I fought the urge to go and check on her, feeling like that would make me a stalker. She was a grown adult, so why did I feel this insatiable need to protect her, sometimes even from herself? I ran a hand through my hair, feeling frustrated. I wasn't going to get any more work done, I wryly admitted to myself, glancing out the window and seeing that the sun had long since set and it was now dark, the hours had passed by in a blur.
"f**k" I said between gritted teeth.
It irritated me that I was left wait
