Alisa
The week ran faster than I expected, and before I knew it, the Rolls Royce was pulling up next to Drey's Jet. Drey and I had not spoken to each other for up to 5 minutes straight through the week. That was good because it made it easier to avoid him, and end whatever we had going on between us. Now that we had nothing going on between us, it would be easier to break free from these feelings and move on with my life.
At first, Drey was worried as he thought I was mad at him, but after our little argument in his office on Wednesday, he would not even look at me—good—I on my part, only spoke to him when necessary.
Friday had arrived much too quickly, and before I knew it, I was saying goodbye to Ron, bags in hand on my way to meet my fake soon-to-be parents-in-law. Drey had not spo
