over the phone. "It'll be a good distraction from the Mike drama," she continues, clearly hopi

the juicy details of our upcoming divorce, and honestly, I can't even blame them. I'm the one who brought it int

care a

now-how he didn't even bother hiding the fact that he was cheating. All thos

love. P

rama. But two weeks have done nothing to quench the thirst of the paparazzi. They won't let me walk down the street without sw

's voice comes through the phone

think we should give it another week. I'm getting M

hole?" she prompts,

e an asshol

'll be binging another show. Just keep me updated on Haymitch's project. Oh, and I loved the show you suggested-th

s. "You should watch the rege

augh. "Sure, will

you,

father, for the twelfth time this morning. I don't need

mind wandering until the doorbell r

I'm not expecting anyone. Unles

body. The penthouse is eerily silent except for the quiet hum of the T

i

hadn't thought about him-my father's friend, the hot stranger who turne

ent it swings open, his eyes lock onto mine, t

for the last two weeks," he confesses

inst the doorframe, I watch him with fake innocence. "Is that so?" I

e doorframe above me, caging me in without ever touching me. "Oh, trust me, darling," he sa

le. I'm flattered, undeniably so. Having an older, incredibly attractive ma

I mumble, leaning back so that my back touches the wall. Ric moves

y is reacting right now, and the way he's watching me,

," he confesses with a sigh. "But

lace my hand over his chest. "I don't even