Jessica’s POV

I just got off the phone with Stanley.

I had called him to ask what he’d like for dinner, expecting him to have some kind of preference, but instead, he hesitated like he didn’t even want to answer. Eventually, he mumbled something about me making whatever I liked before abruptly ending the call.

I smile to myself, shaking my head. Men. Always so indecisive.

Stretching, I step out of the bedroom and make my way to the kitchen, already imagining the meal I’ll prepare. Something extravagant, something that will remind Stanley why I belong here.

But the moment I step into the kitchen, I come to a halt....