Justin kept me away from Scarlett, bringing
me to his office and watching my every move.
He gave me paper and pencils during
meetings so I could draw in the back.
I had to admit, he looked damn hot when he
was working.
His eyes behind the gold–rimmed glasses
were fixed on the screen.
He’d speak up at the right moments, straight
to the point.
He didn’t show many emotions, just a glance
back at me, as if to say, “Bored yet? Almost
done.”
But the meeting dragged on so long that I
was about to pass out.
I was used to it. He was the kind of guy
who’d rush back to work on our anniversary
because of some fuckup with his employees.
Leaving me alone with flowers and cake at
the top of the hotel.
I could only call Scarlett to help me finish the
bottle, or else the bed would go to waste.
Then his assistant knocked and said Miss
Willow was here.
“We’ll pick up the details tomorrow,” he said.
Only Willow could get him to snap out of
work mode.
I followed him and met Willow for the first
time.
I had looked her up online: 25, squeaky clean,
no bad press.
No media even mentioned she was a Hayes,
so her family must have been protecting her.
She wore a white dress, just like in the
pictures when she was 18.
I started to understand why the brothers were
hung up on her.
Her pureness was something no man could
resist.
“Justin, am I bothering you?” she asked
sweetly.
L
She didn’t even acknowledge me, probably
assuming I was just some secretary.
“Not at all,” Justin said. “Perfect timing.”
He told his assistant to take me to the lounge and bring my favorite snacks and drinks.
Acting like such a caring guy.
But he hadn’t even looked at me.
4
The lounge was freezing, chilling me to the
bone.
I saw a dozen missed calls from Scarlett and
called her back.
I asked, “Scarlett, are you still getting a
divorce?”
く
There was a pause. “Yeah.”
