I was fidgeting my fingers as I sat beside the CEO. I hasn’t been over with us, sharing a tent. This time no one’s sitting on my other side. Atticus suddenly felt uneasy around me, and he seemed hurt.
“Stop looking at him.” The CEO whispered.
I looked at him with a confused eyes. Instead of answering me, he dragged me inside our tent, leaving everyone who’s eating in front of the bonfire.
“Look, Sally and her husband think that we’re lovers. Now I need you to stop looking at someone else unless it’s me.” He said, but that doesn’t make any sense to me.
“Why can’t we just tell them that we’re not?” I said. He groaned as he massaged his temples.
“We can’t. They’re only accepting this alliance because I said I have a lover, I have you.” He said. That doesn’t make sense either. How can
