Miya found it too much to take in. Questions started to bombard her mind again. Am I becoming someone to Xenon, as Jameson said? He has really never allowed Sol to sleep in his room? How's that possible? I've only been with him for three months, and I already know how s.e.x.u.a.l he is! Or perhaps it's because he really loves her and respects her while he only sees me as a s.e.x toy. Miya heaved a sigh.
Jameson watched her quietly. "Your ankle must hurt. Do you need a hand?" He asked gently as he took her arm.
"No, thanks." Miya swept his hand off her arm. "Have a good day." She walked slowly to the front desk and sat down.
The front desk girls all knew why Xenon married Miya, and it wasn't for love, but they had also noticed the small changes in the past weeks like she had been comin
