~Aaron~

“Dress up,” I said, tossing her dress over to her. She sat up on the bed, staring at me with wide eyes as she clutched the dress to her chest, shielding her breasts from view.

Not that I was looking anyway.

She regarded me quietly as I moved around the room, picking up my phone and wristwatch.

“Where are you going?” Angelina asked. I gritted my teeth, irritated.

“My study. I have work to catch up on,” I replied coolly. I was already dressed in simple black pants and a T-shirt.

Ever since I returned to Brooklyn, work had been my escape—my way of keeping my mind off things...