SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW
Work. Work. More freaking work.
It’s been three days since I left Dubai. Three whole days since Liam Foster. Since that night, I swore I’d forget. Since that night, I have told myself it was nothing but fun — a blurry, reckless, hot mess of pleasure and no-strings stupidity.
I’ve been trying to get my head back in the game. Trying to throw myself back into the only thing that’s ever made sense — work. But God, something keeps creeping back into the corners of my mind like a ghost that refuses to go away.
His voice.
His eyes.
The way he whispered into my ears.
Ugh. I needed to stop thinking about it. I was busy. I had contracts to review. A team to manage. Meetings to attend. Proposals are waiting for my signature. I couldn’t afford distractions. I was Seirra
