(JEN'S POV)
About two weeks had passed since I blew our budding romance up into smithereens, and Adonis was still not talking to me.
He went about the house, about his life like a stealthy ninja, such that not once did he and I cross paths.
And when we were in the office?
He was all professional until we had company, and then he’d slip right into the role of the perfect fiancé like we had agreed on… like nothing had happened.
Honestly, it shocked me how good he was at being in the same house as me and avoiding me.
But I deserved it, I guess.
That was what I got for prying too much, for believing that this could be something real when I was only using him.
But tell you what? It was all good.
I was grateful for it, actually.
Because the morning sickness that had evaded me ea
