I had taken off my work clothes and was now pacing through my living room in an old t-shirt and some sleeping shorts. My stomach was in knots and I felt like throwing up.
If he asked me how my day went? Fine.
If he asked me if how things went with Dominic? Fine.
If he asked me if Dominic tried anything.
Would I lie?
I didn’t want to lie, but I also didn’t want Preston to leave.
“What the fück do I do,” I asked my apartment and of course, I didn’t get a response.
Maybe I could take tomorrow off and ask Preston to as well and we could spend the night and then the day together.
But, no... I had to be at work tomorrow to have Mr. Emerson sign the contract.
The phone started ringing and my stomach dropped.
“Hello?” I tried my make my voice sound as if everything was fine and dandy.
