"I wasn't going to hire her anyway." I walked behind his desk and sat in his big chair, setting Moon down as he leaned against the desk. "How was the meeting?"
"It went smoother than I thought it would-" He took my arm in his hand, brows furrowed as he examined the still light bruise. His grey eyes looked up at me and I could already see the fire flaring in them. I gulped, staring back into his eyes.
"Who."
"Oliver." Internally I was smiling like a crazy person but I remained relaxed on the outside.
"And the meeting went 'smooth'? What else did he say or do to you? And I don't want to hear how you don't want me to do anything."
Good because I wasn't going to say anything like that. "He told me I was a bare minimum wife. That our 'fling' would never last and that I'd come b
