Chapter 48

  He eats breakfast in the living room while reading through papers in his trademark jeans and T-shirt; he’s barefoot and his hair is still ruffled and damp from his shower. He looks nothing like the CEO of the company I first met, and every bit a random guy on a weekend. It somehow feels a bit too domestic.

  Felicity is sound asleep in his room, giving us some much-needed peace before her screeching voice grates on my nerves again. I am glad of her absence; for some reason her presence today is annoying me way more than normal.