My shock died down the moment I remembered how he talked to me earlier on the phone.

"Why are you doing here?" I asked rudely.

The worried look disappeared immediately and was replaced by anger and irritation. He gently pushed me aside and walked into the penthouse.

"My mom made me come here." He answered grimly.

"You didn’t have to. It's not like you've ever listened to her before." I answered, still holding the door open as I indicated for him to leave.

He sighed as he plopped down on my couch; "We're engaged Avery. Can't I come see my fiancée?" He asked.

"What??"

"Just my luck. Your health is...