Esam's POV.
The sound of May's heels clicking against the floor from outside my door grew louder as she approached my office.
I knew the way she walked.
The way her hips swayed.
Her scent.
Indeed, it had to be her and wherever she went, there was trouble present.
Sure enough, she swept into the room with the kind of confidence that always seemed to irritate me but that didn't stop her.
In her hand, she held a small box wrapped in white paper and a red ribbon.
“Good morning, darling. For the fight we had yesterday, I brought a peach offering,” she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. Before I could react, she leaned down and kissed me on the cheek.
I pulled back immediately, my face tightened with pretend disgust while I raised my hand to create some distance. “What are you do
