Chapter 3

I was tired, forced to smile when I was not even remotely happy and the gaze on me was really not helping things. This had to be one of those bullshit scenes out of the cheesy rom-coms.

To be very honest, I didn’t care much for the man who was watching me. Yes. He was hot and all. But I had Chris, and he made me happy. I was not going to throw that away for anything.

I knew he was watching me. I could feel it. It was making me uncomfortable, and I truly hope I didn’t drop anything because of him. Because I would lose my job immediately, no excuses.

That’s what kept me going. The meeting lasted an hour, then they had dinner, and I didn’t mess up. But then it looked like fate hated me and wanted to fuck me up.

As I was pouring Mr. Reeves’s drink, I accidentally looked up at him. And guess what, he was already staring at me. I shook, startled, forgetting that I still had the wine bottle in my hand

The wine spilled on his