Wesley
Who places a gift in someone’s hand after they’ve called you a spreading disease?
Lily Lopez does.
That sparkly, smiling, and weird assistant of mine is absolutely mad. I chewed off her head in the car earlier, yet she still gave me that sticker. A sticker that obviously means something to her, a token of her optimistic personality perhaps, and now it’s all that I can think about. That sticker has become a symbol of her endurance, and it has made me question my own.
As I sit on my bed, staring at the sticker in the palm of my hand, I wonder what Lily sees in me. I’m a miserable Alpha who has pushed away almost everyone in his life. I’m a chronic workaholic, sacrificing my personal relationships for success. Yet that woman is trying so hard to get to know me, and I don’t understa
