Chapter 15 : Pesky Press

Haven’s POV

The whole “don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it” bit. It does not work in the slightest.

I wake up the next day, go about my business and help with chores around the house, and then get ready for work. The outfit I have on is another cute one—a light green corset with all different kinds of butterflies on it and a flowy skirt to match. The skirt itself has a little bit of a mesh and tulle lining on the outside while nothing can be seen underneath, so I am good to go for tonight at work.

On my way out of the apartment, however, I hear a rapid succession of twenty or so clicks and look over my shoulder just in time to see someone duck behind the building.

Is it the same person from the night before? Is this some kind of stalker? Is this actually the press? Or is this someone Cruz’s mother hired as a private investigator to spy on me?

Whatever the case may be, I need to get to work.