Robbie's POV
I kept on wondering why would he keep on doing these things. He should be hating me, I've done everything that should make him hated me.
"Why?" I asked him quietly while stroking his short strands.
I left him in my room sleeping, while I decided to make a batch of coffee and waited for Grant. I had told him about what happened and he said that was coming right over.
My house was a five minutes walking distance from the packhouse, and he was knocking at my door at the expected time.
"Come in Grant," I said, letting him in and told him to sit while pouring him a cup of coffee.
"You know it's going to happen sooner or later. He's a very strong-willed guy." Grant started to talk before he even put his ass on the couch.
"Yes, I've realized that now. What do you think I'm try
