Wesley hadn’t even finished reading his morning reports when his phone lit up with Delilah’s name. He sighed, already dreading whatever new melodrama she was brewing.
“Oh, Wesley,” came her sugary voice, feigning hesitation that fooled no one. Her voice was trembling just enough to sound wounded. “I thought you should know, Riana was at the university today. With another man.”
“So?” he put down the morning reports and leaned back, “Why would this concern me?”
“I didn’t want to be that person, but… I saw Riana. At a restaurant. With that Dean. They looked… close.”
He froze and stared at a blank space. “Close?”
“Yes,” she continued sweetly. “Laughing, talking, holding hands. People thought they were a couple. I mean, I’d hate for you to be embarrassed publicly, considering y
