“Have you made any plans with Colette this weekend?” William asked from where he stood at the door of his office.
“No,” Simone shook her head negatively without even looking up from her iPad. “We’re only meeting up in 2 weeks.”
“Great. Then, we can attend a gala this Saturday, right?” He mused out loud, a hint of doubt in his voice, which admittedly was unlike him.
“I don’t have a dress,” Simone whined out loud, thinking of everything that could go wrong at the gala… She had never attended a gala with him — not as his woman anyways — and this was already making her nervous.
“Excuses, Angel,” he let out in soft chiding. “Just say you don’t want to go.”
“I just… No, it’s the crowd that bothers me,” she retorted truthfully after a beat. “And the cameras too.”
“Oh, Angel,“ he mewled soft
