Liam's POV
“I think I should take your word for it.” I sighed as I slouched on the couch in my bedroom.
I got home not quite long ago, and I was still not in a good state. It wasn't just that I got my request declined, even though that is a good reason to sulk, but in my case, it was how Brady demeaned me like I was job hunting or some beggar at his freaking mercy.
"What words?” Rylee dropped whatever she was doing and came to sit on the edge of the bed that was close enough to where I was lying.
Her concern and interest in everything that had to do with me always turned me on, like she was so freaking devoted to a fault. It wasn't just about her loving everything premium, which included gist, of course, but you could tell she genuinely cared from the depth of her heart.
I prepped up on an elbow, so I could at least talk to her like I acknowledged her presence and concern. It was the least I could do, respectfully let her in.
“I wanted a leave of absence for just two days and he
