I wake up to find all the suitcases packed.
Damien was mad at me when we went to bed. He slept on the couch. Seems like he's still mad at me this morning. He's all dressed up in a dashing black suit, his eyes glued on his laptop.
"Eat your breakfast." He glances at his watch. "We'll be leaving in the next twenty minutes."
"We were supposed to stay here for a week."
"Change of plans." He still doesn't look at me. "We've wasted enough time."
"You didn't even bother to ask if I was ready to leave."
"You can still stay if you want." He says. "The choice is all yours. Just know that work starts the day after we get home."
Fùck. I almost forgot that I'm now his secretary. And I'm also a student taking online classes in The New York Fashion School. On top of that, I'm also pregnant. And th
