I eyed Jackson while he was on a business call, slightly pouting. Currently, we're in the car, on our way to work. The very next day he decides to go to the office.
The man is a workaholic.
He's still sick, and instead of resting and allowing his body to heal properly, he's going to work.
"I'll have to finalize the deal before my wedding then. I don't want any interruptions," I rolled my eyes, looking out the window.
I can't help but worry. Maybe I'm exaggerating, but I don't think he should be going to work yet. Last night was pretty rough as well. I ended up taking him to the shower, to cool him down a little. He was super hot, I tried to call the doctor, but no. Mr Superman wants to die.
Okay, I know it wasn't going to get there, but still.
Isaac parked right outside the bui
