Mark's POV
It pains me to see Gray hurting the way that she is, all because of me. I wanted to run after her in the rain yesterday but Weston stopped that. I couldn't make it obvious that there was something going on between Gray and I. Sitting in my office, I can't help but look at her empty desk. I miss seeing her, I miss touching her, kissing her, holding her. Most importantly, to tell her that I love her.
When I first caught sight of her walking towards my office as she followed after Weston for her interview. My breath was taken away, my eyes were glued on her. That little girl from years ago, that I looked after and helped. She was like a beautiful angel, her light shining my way. All grown up, I couldn't believe what I was seeing as she stood in front of me. The way that she bit
