Anna.
I swear I’m in a dream right now because Eric is sitting at the end of the king's table, his eyes locked onto mine. Pinching the inside of my wrist, a sharp pain greets me. “Yep, not dreaming.” What the actual f**k? When he claimed to be wealthy, he downplayed it and even said his father cut him off, which was complete bullshit.
I’m hurt—so f*****g hurt—but also incredibly disappointed in him. He stood in my office and pretended not to know Harry, but Harry did the same. He sat with me and talked with me the entire week, yet he never said a damn word about this.
Instead, I was blindsided when Eric, who is now Jack, stepped in without any warning. Now, I’m sitting next to Harry, my blood boiling. All I want to do is stand up and slap Eric across the damn face. However, I’m a calm w
