Chapter One Hundred Eight
Decisions are always needed to be made.
Fate Pierce’s Point of View
“You even missed your lunch, huh?”
My hands paused from browsing the files, eyes following the doorway. Clayton was standing there with his stance looking so intimidating. His clothes informed me that he had just finished fixing official business and had probably taken the time to visit me. Those sharp eyes followed the trolley full of untouched meals, one that I had continued pushing down my schedule.
Slowly closing my folder, I chuckled. “Sweetheart-”
“You only use that endearment when you f****d up.” He took notice, slowly tugging his coat off from his shoulders. Clayton glossed over my files; his eyes focused on the small notepad I placed in each one. “You’re researching extensively. I
