YVONNE'S P.O.V
He gave me no option.
Not like Mr Voss commanded me to be his date for tonight, it's just that when he asks things like that, it's hard to say no. I'm pretty sure I'd jump into a well if he so much as requests it.
So at nine p.m., instead of taking the damning pregnancy test still waiting on the sink, I was standing in front of my mirror, applying makeup with shaking hands, preparing to be my boss’s date at his family event.
My stomach tightened with that sensation I was trying hard to forget about. I could have told Mr Voss to take Lucinda or Daisy tonight, that I was a married woman and such shouldn't be going out with another man.
But I didn’t.
Because there’s a selfish part of me, buried deep, that still yearns for his affection. A part of me that wants to feel see
