Chasing My Secretary Wife
“If this is another lame attempt at apologizing—”
“It’s not.”
His voice cut through mine, firm and certain.
I blinked, caught off guard by the sudden seriousness in his tone.
“Then what the hell is it?”
Justin’s hands fidgeted in his lap, his leg bouncing like he was trying to build up the nerve to say whatever was sitting heavy on his chest.
I waited, arms crossed, already halfway to losing my patience.
Then, all at once, he blurted out:
“I’m gay.”