MYKEL
She was right. I was way over my head—I let my c**k rule over my brain. I let this f*****g feelings cloud the purpose of this marriage.?
I tried to talk her out, but who would I be fooled when what I said was the complete opposite of what I did?
We barely spoke as we bumped in the kitchen. Adley grabbed a bottle of water, and I grabbed the f*****g milk. She paused as she noticed what was in my hand, then she turned her heels and walked to the spare room.?
Fuck.?
Fuck this feeling.?
Fuck everything.
I had gone to bed an hour ago and was still up. I closed my eyes again, but my mind kept revisiting our last conversation. I went to my office instead and watched the football match replay on the tv screen.
I checked my email—I found one from Dash and another from
