Something was off. The possessiveness was something I never thought I will feel one. And I didn’t like that I couldn’t name it. I literally just met this girl yesterday and am like this already, I don’t like this feeling it all.
I sat in my study, my untouched whiskey glass in hand, staring through the tinted window like the night might offer clarity. It didn’t. Not even the burn of the liquor could cut through the restlessness beneath my skin.
Esme.
I told myself it was just curiosity.
Lust. Yes it definitely lust.
A passing fascination I should’ve shaken off by now.
But the truth?
The truth was that I hadn’t stopped thinking about her since the moment I stepped into that private brunch spot and saw her my sunshine standing beside my son like she belonged to him.
She didn’t. She
