Angela
The next morning, I woke up alone in bed. Evans was already gone, of course, he was a control freak and had to ensure everything was running smoothly in New York. I had several urgent emails as well, but I would read them later. I went to the bathroom, which was larger than my room, and took a long shower. The bathtub caught my attention, but it was already past eight, and Evans wouldn't tolerate us not working for long, even with his father dying.
As I dressed, I remembered the night before. We had made love for the first time. Evans had told me he needed me, so I made all the ghosts of the past and the pain disappear for a moment. He could pretend to be a rough and insensitive man, but it was obvious that seeing his father affected him more than he would admit. That's why, while
