CHAPTER SEVEN: RISHA
“T
hank
you so much for this, William. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do if I had to go back and beg Anthony’s forgiveness… I don’t think I could recover from that.” Sliding into William’s sleek, expensive car, I closed the door and set my purse on my lap before looking at him. His hair was ruffled, clothes somewhat wrinkled, but my eyes widened at the simple fact that he looked so relaxed and at ease. “You look… good? I mean- you look like you slept in your clothes, but you slept really good.”
Heat suffused my cheeks at how stupid I sounded, and William laughed a hearty sound. Pulling off the curb, he glanced over at me with a grin.
“I did sleep in my clothes. I spent the night with a few friends. It would’ve been a guys’ night, but Nash’s pregnant girlfriend
