ANNETTE'S POV
A week has passed and Connor isn't back from his trip. I was now too tired of Greg babysitting me and the other men watching my movement like predators. It irked me that the only place they refused to follow me was the bathroom and my personal bedroom. They watched me make breakfast, lunch, dinner and even snacks. Not excluding midnight snacks. Like, give me a break!
I dropped the empty glass on the counter with a thud, glaring up at Greg who sat in the corner of the living room with a book in one hand.
"You okay, ma'am?"
I scoffed, my wobbly legs indicating I was dead drunk. "When have I ever been okay, Greg?" My words were a slur. "Tell me. When has anything been okay?"
Greg closed his book, his eyes fixed on me. "I think you've drank enough, ma'am. Are you sure you
