Mia had been going crazy because of someone who was behaving a lot weirder as each day passed, and she felt like the old, cold guy was better.
At least he never confused her.
"Mia, I forgot to inform you. I have a meeting in Paris next week, so we'll be leaving on Sunday. I'm not going to leave you both here, so get your bags ready." This was two days ago, he ordered her, and there was no room for any further discussion.
Today was Friday, and she still wasn't sure if he was being serious.
"Bryan, baby, what do we do? Should we pack our bags or not?" She asked Bryan, who was busy playing with his toys.
Huffing she sat on the bed and wondered why she was hesitant about going with him. She was thankful that he wasn't around, or else she would've been a mess.
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