Cranston’s POV
I flip through the channels aimlessly, feeling restless.
Thanks to Erica sending me updates on Bree’s schedule, I know that they are going out tonight for her bachelorette party.
I try not to imagine all the guys she will attract tonight. And I really am trying hard not to imagine her accepting any of their advances.
It’s no use.
With a sigh, I turn the tv off and toss the remote aside, throwing my legs over the side of the bed.
I have already completely moved in to the new penthouse and have been living here all week.
I had hoped that Bree would start the moving in process already so that we could spend some time together before the wedding, but every time I reach out to her, she has been busy with work. I also confirmed it with Erica, just to make sure she wasn’t
