Seven - NadiaWhen I headed home that night, I couldn’t stop thinking about Meyer. With everything going on in my life, the last thing I needed was another distraction, but there he was, and I couldn’t make myself angry with the fact that he was around. Although I was furious with him saying I was his wife and the way he kissed me—and groped my ass—I had to admit, at least in part, that he saved me. I didn’t know what Ben would have done, but I knew it wouldn’t have been good.
I knew that from the time we’d spent together.
Still, it would be nice if I could focus on other important things. Like my job. I had to keep it, and, not just that, I really wanted that promotion. How was I supposed to do that with people tormenting me through angry, harassing texts and highly appealing invitations
