AVERY’s POV.
The door pushes open and he saunters into the house, his briefcase in hand. When he told me he didn’t want me to go back to New York, I thought he was joking until he asked van to make sure I didn’t leave the penthouse until he arrived. At this point I can’t even get into his head because this switching made it a bit impossible for me to get into his head. Everything is messed up but the most obvious thing is the man in front of me now. He hates this face with all of his heart but he is still keeping me here because he is in love with part of me.
“You are back?”
“Hmm” he nods, walking into a room. A few minutes later, he comes back out with his phone pressed against his ear.
“Yes, send them to my email and I will check them out when I have the time”
I watch him lower him
