The CEO's Second Choice
What surprises me, even more, was that I had offered my left hand and my wedding ring was nowhere to be seen.
Oh, crap. Where was it?
“Oh, the feeling is mutual. So, what did who do to you that poor Jane Eyre is suffering?” He asks me, purposefully fishing as he leans back again.
What do I tell this man whose name sounds similar to mine?
I lightly shrug, “With all due respect, sir, I came here to escape, not reminisce.” I tell him as politely as I could possibly muster and in turn, I receive a chuckle. “Fair enough, I respect that,” he starts, then points to my discarded book, “You must be a serious Bronte fan if you’re reading the first edition of Jane Eyre.” He says and my eyes immediately