Book III - 4

It was well past midnight when I arrived at my boss’ penthouse. I’d been in his home a couple of times. I’d spent many sleepless nights with him finishing up paperwork.

I stepped out of the car, then pressed the doorbell. The gate automatically unlocked. I took a deep breath before I entered. Then I found Adam at the front door in his casual sweatpants and black shirt. He was also barefoot.

“Come in,” he invited.

I followed him inside. “I am so sorry, Mr. Cavendish.”

“Sit here,” he ordered as he sat on the couch and set his computer on his lap.

I sat across him, trying to avoid his eyes. It was too embarrassing. He must hate me by now. I shouldn’t have come here at all.

“It’s not even twenty-four hours since you pissed me off,” he started.

“I’m so sorry.”

“And what is this practice kissing thing? What the hell is this?” His sight was still on his laptop.

“It’s a mistake. My sister sent you the wrong file.” I tried defending myself.

He sighed. “It’s not the point. Why would you make a