J A M E S
The contract wasn’t drafted well, but for once, I didn’t care. Rayvin was back, and she was next to me. Even though that a contract has never been done in favor of my employees or client, this one was to please Rayvin. I wanted her to open up to me. This wasn't a proper contract, it was something to use and apologize to her. She was wearing some very hot red lingerie, but I wasn’t going to address that. Not yet. We had all the time to do whatever, but the most important thing was to spend quality time with her. The few days she had been away felt like forever, and I couldn't help but feel myself going temporarily insane.
I wasn’t good at apologies—I had no experience making them. But I did want to make up for cheating on her, which by the way I haven't found the right time or a
