It’s Friday. It’s exactly five in the evening and I don’t feel like leaving the office. This whole marriage thing is pissing me off. It’s everywhere and the press won’t leave us alone. They are camped outside our home.
Correction.
Not our home but Sage Carter’s home. It’s a good house but I don’t feel like it. I feel overwhelmed by all this and the only thing I do is edit continuously which gives me some solace. This is my thing and if I were to choose to stay in the office for twenty-four hours, I would. This is my home.
The tension between Harley and me keeps on building. I don’t know what it is but when he steps into my office, I feel tensed and my whole body heats up. I said I liked him. That has not changed and I don’t think it will ever change.
Sage on the other hand keeps on
