Harriet’s POV
Devon and I relaxed on the couch after we were done but it was soon cut short by the incessant ringing of his phone, he cussed, kissed me on the lips and walked out leaving me lying alone on his couch.
I was too weak to stand, but I did eventually. I couldn’t risk letting Ms Patricia or worse Alan coming in to find my legs exposed and my makeup smudged on my face.
I didn’t know what Devon wanted but I was pretty sure he didn’t want our business out in the open.
That was the last I saw of him however.
It had been five days since then, Devon had been relatively busy only to embark on another journey that I knew nothing about.
My boredom had been hiked into another level, no Penn, no Devon. I felt so useless staying all alone in my room. I had offered to help Ms Pat
