Allena
This man would definitely be responsible for me being admitted to a mental institution one day.
He is infuriating and so goddamned confusing.
Just a few hours ago, he had been pacing his penthouse like a wild beast, his voice cutting through the air over the misplaced metrics, and I was so sure he would hate me forever. Now he sat across from me in the soft, golden light of this fancy restaurant, acting as if treating me to dinner was perfectly normal.
What am I supposed to do now?
A waiter came out of the shadows, pouring a rich red wine into our heavy crystal glasses before disappearing. I looked at the liquid, then up at Jack’s steady, unreadable gaze. I decided that the only way to survive the next hour without screaming was to numb my hyper-aware senses, so I wrapped my fi
