Erik
Naomi: Book me a flight.
I had done so without question. The past few days had been hell and with it, my mind had been in overdrive. I still hadn’t gone back to work, and everyone thought I was still in Chasea. The truth was that I had gone to the penthouse, and I hadn’t left. I had done a lot of thinking, a lot of soul-searching, and a hell of a lot of research. I knew exactly what I needed to do, but my top priority, my main concern and focus, was Naomi. It had taken me two days – two days of drinking all kinds of things to help with the heartburn – before I understood that my heart was broken. I wasn’t falling in love with Naomi, I was already in love with her. I was man enough to admit that yes, I had started falling for her since our wedding day, but I had been too blind to see
