Aurora's POV
“Why are you here, Jonathan?” I asked, walking out of my little cube to properly see him.
“I could not stop thinking about you, so I came over myself to see you.” Jonathan said. There was so much innocence in his eyes that if anyone told me about him being a biker president, I'll deny it to my last breath.
“I brought this for you.” Jonathan said, handing over the bouquet to me.
I slowly took it from him, still maintaining eye contact with him. Caitlin was still by the door, looking at me as if to ask if I needed support. I sent her a dismissive look, and I returned my focus back to Jonathan.
“Why did you lie to me about your actual identity?” I asked, tutting. “Why did you not just tell me who you are?”
“Aurora, I met you in the craziest of ways, and honestly, I'm beg
