It was Saturday and Maxton wanted more than anything to spend time with Belle but his mother had her men watching his every move. She wanted him to be with Willow.
Should he call a rain check on Willow and meet with Belle or vice versa? His heart knew which decision it wanted but his brain reminded him of the repercussions of going against his mum.
He went through his daily morning cleaning routine and was about to have his breakfast when he noticed the calls and messages Willow had left him just that morning. His phone had been on silent so he hadn't heard the notifications come through.
He was disgusted at Willow's desperation. He had told her he'd call her why was she so impatient and hitting him up this early? It was just eight o'clock for the goddess' sake!
Like some curse, his
