Robert’s Point of view
Lying in bed with Ayanna in my arms felt like I was dreaming every time I was with her. I remember always trying to sabotage her business without knowing that I would end up falling for her.
I moaned softly trying to turn to her, but the side of her bed was empty, I groaned opening my eyes. Did she wake up to just help herself in the bathroom or was making breakfast? I inwardly asked myself before dragging myself out of bed.
I walk to her bathroom and try to find myself a towel, grabbing one I wrap it around my waist before going to look for her.
I work around looking at the paintings and pictures of her she has hung on the walls in the hallway; I am about to walk to the staircase when I notice the door open and see her busy on the laptop.
I turn to enter the ro
