ROMAN'S P.O.V
I didn’t look like I was party-ready.
My collar was still undone, my sleeves rolled, and my eyes bloodshot from yet another sleepless night. Truth be told, I didn’t give two fúcks.
The endless necessities and preparations that followed organizing the party made me want to punch a hold in the wall. Luckily for me, Alberto had taken over handling most of the things, but I still felt the tension, too.
This dinner party was a mistake. A pathetic way to make Calista look at me again, anything that would get her to drop her cold shoulders. My attention-starved and desperate mind thought making her jealous would bring her back to wanting me.
But now, with everything set and the hour drawing close, the obvious pettiness of it all made me want to flip my desk over.
It was nearl
