James PoV
“What is wrong with you?!” Andrew asks, his eyes narrowed at me.
“What do you mean?”
“You can hardly concentrate. I came here for business advice and one hour later you have not finished reading the damn business proposal!” he complains.
And he is not wrong.
I cannot concentrate.
The past days were torture. I respected her request, and I did not see her, leaving early in the morning and coming back late at night. And even though every fiber in my body wanted me to open her damn bedroom door at night, I did not do that. I did not visit her at night.
But this does not mean that she is not on my mind, day and night. This has been going on for three days, and I do not think I can take it any longer.
Tomorrow is the weekend, and I am bound to spend some time at home or go all
