Heather
I know he doesn’t mean it. Now that I know why he’s been so mad at me these last few years, I can start working on getting us back together. Why else would he stock his bathroom with girly stuff? No other woman has been in his room except for me. I saw the Prospect bring bags into his room and I followed him.
“Are these Money’s things?”
He nodded and left. I knew I shouldn’t be here alone, but I was curious. I walked over to a small gray travel bag. I unzipped it and gasped. It was a property cut. Why did he have one?
I pulled it out and then I smelled it. I didn’t smell any perfume or woman’s scent on it, so he must have gotten it recently. Holy sh*t, was all that he said a front, to throw me off because he was finally going to ask me to be his Old Lady? Who else wo
