It's been around nineteen or maybe it's been up to twenty minutes after Sandra has left my room. I know the meeting must've started by now, and I have not make up my mind about it even though Sandra is counting on me to attend.
I truly don't want to attend the meeting, but I'll be putting Sandra in a tough situation if I don't show up there. She's doing her best but not everyone sees and appreciates what she does for the pack.
After she left, I happen to find myself sitting on my bed and scrolling through the pictures of Adonis in my phone gallery. I just finished creating a special folder for the six pictures I took of him while he was smiling with his beautiful dimples and holding his guitar like a musical artist or a sexy Rockstar.
Guess what I named the folder?
My Greek God.
A smi
