Carissa's POV
My boss is kissing me? Why is he kissing me? And why am I enjoying it when I shouldn't? This shouldn't be happening. This is all shades of wrong. Ezra certainly is difficult to read. One minute, we’re about to have a serious conversation, and the next, we're locking lips? How did we even get here? I pull away from the kiss and stare at him. His eyes seem hooded and intense.
I had noticed he didn't come down for breakfast earlier this morning. He didn't even go to work on a weekday. Ezra never skips work. I thought he had fallen sick again so I decided to check on him. I called his phone several times but it was switched off so I had to go to his room to check on him but he wasn't answering the door. I came back downstairs and met Miss Michelle in the laundry room and asked
