“You smell so good.” Harley whispers zipping my dress. It’s a classy, peach pencil dress. The closet is full of such and whoever did this did a great job.
“Thank you.” I let out a soft gasp as his hand grazes my arm.
“And your skin feels so good.”
I turn to look at him but before I can say anything, there is a knock on the door.
“Yes.” He answers. You can’t miss the commanding tone in his voice.
The door opens and his bodyguard steps in.
“What Adam?”
“There is a problem sir.”
“What problem?”
“This place is full of press.”
“Press?” he asks and looks at me. “ f**k!”
“Yes sir.”
“Thank you. You can leave.” He picks a remote from the table and turns on the screen.
“s**t!” I widen my eyes at the screen and look at him. There are pictures of us that have been sidelined by the live pr
