ROMAN'S POV
“Another day of coming to my place without letting me know,” Lauren said, leaning casually against her front door. Her arms crossed.
I hesitated for a fraction of a second, weighing how to respond. I couldn’t let her think I was careless or inconsiderate, but at the same time, I needed to maintain my own calm presence. “Well, technically I told you I was going to come over so we could finish the conversation we were having at my office,” I said, hoping that could counteract the accusation and remind her that this visit was purposeful.
Lauren tilted her head slightly, the expression on her face unmistakably skeptical. “That was two days ago,” she said, her voice carrying a slight tinge of frustration. “And you said you were going to come that evening.” She added. And it almos
