Pathetic

“What the hell are you doing?”

Sheldon and I looked at the side where the voice came from. Bryce was standing there with his arms crossed while glaring at us. “Explain what’s going on, Sheldon. Explain it in a way I would decide not to shoot you.”

Sheldon cleared his throat and looked at Bryce before looking at me. I saw him smirked which made my heart beat erratically. What the hell is he planning to do?

“I was comforting the lady’s…” he paused for a moment and looked at me with a sly smirk plastered on his face. I gulped. I swear to god that if he blabbers one more word… “the lady’s younger brother.” He looked at me and chuckled. I just glared at him, praying for a chance of strangling him to death.

Bryce, who was silent for a moment, walked in front, blocking my view of Sheldon. He wrapped his arms around my waist as he nibbled his lower lip. “Seems like you became close with my secretary, Leigh,” he declared.

My brows furrowed. Me and Sheldon? Close? I scoffed. What is he talki