#Chapter15

Miles' Point of View

5 hours. It's been 5 hours of fingers moving, my ass hurting, and toes curling. This pain is different from anything I've ever felt. The same position for 5 hours and I don't think I could hold it any longer. Cramp. Cramp. Cramp.

"I need a fucking break." I moaned out, extending my arms over my head and stretching.

"Language. Please, excuse yourself." He snickered and I apologized before leaving the office.

Nope, nothing sexual. Just two men, sitting in a room, for 5 hours, typing and working on shit. I waved down the hall towards Alana, who was talking to some gentlemen who just...