(Jen’s POV)
“A—are you crazy?” I screeched. “Why the hell would you want to do this now, Mr. Blackwell? To pull my legs at such a precarious moment?”
I was a myriad of emotions, from confused, irritated, and incredulous, to a little bit disappointed as I gave the boss a piece of my mind, but he only observed me calmly, waiting until I had fully vented out everything I wanted to.
“Are you done now?” He finally said, making me let out a huge breath.
“Good. This is not a joke, Jen. I’m serious about being married,” he confirmed, sweeping his dark curls away from his face. “I know, this is sudden and all too soon, but I need your help, and obviously, you need mine too. My parents are pressuring me, and your husband—”
Okay, I’d had enough.
“Stop… just stop,” I held up a hand tiredly,
