Chapter 112

Christian’s POV

 I don't know why I did it, but it was Mark that I called up for advice. Maybe it was just because he was a dude. Maybe it was because I thought I could get his unbiased opinion on the subject in a way that I knew I would never be able to from Gretchen. 

Whatever it was, I dialed his number and waited impatiently for him to pick me up. “Yo, what's up?” he asked. “How was your Christmas?” “It was good,” I said distractedly, thinking of something else. “Look, could you meet me over here at the hotel?” 

 “Uh oh,” Christian said. “Are you looking at different shirts again?” I laughed a little, but the sound was weak. “I honestly wish I were,” I told him. 

“I'll be there in ten,” Mark told me. True to his word, he strode into the suite not too long after that. He raised an eyebrow at the way that I was pacing and dropped almost challengingly into a chair.

 “Dude, what's up?” he asked. “You look stressed.” “I am,”