Rowan’s Point of View
“I cannot believe you did that to me Rowan!” Dylan twisted my n****e when we got to the hallway leading to the offices, she wasn’t mad at me it just wasn’t her idea of a good time.
“Beloved, what could possibly be wrong with me wanting everyone to know about you? Hmm?” I opened the door, seeing our remodeled office for the first time. The entire wall had been knocked down opening the space that once was the apartment I kept at the club. We had matching desks facing each other in the middle of the room and two overstuffed chairs facing the floor to ceiling glass wall that ran the entire length of the room that looked out over the club. The space that was the apartment had been turned into a sitting area with a plush sectional in the corner pushed up against the glas
