Unwritten Love — Episode 3

A small frown crossed his face, like he wasn't sure he'd heard me right. After a long moment, he swallowed. What did you say? Congrats on the wedding.

I forced a smile. his eyes hard to read get some sleep i'll get another room next door i was used to it by now he was a light sleeper and hated having anyone beside him when he slept for years whenever we slept together i always went to the other room afterward no matter how tired i was when i woke

up the next day it was already bright outside i checked my phone 9 30. there were three unread messages all from my co-workers at the tv network gia you coming they're announcing your promotion motion to lead producer today. I flipped my phone onto the bed and rushed to wash up. Dante had kept me up in bed until three last night. Then I lay awake for almost two more

sore all over and feeling like I'd been hit by a truck. By the time I got ready and downstairs, the black car was already parked outside the hotel. The window rolled down, and Dante was behind the wheel. He wore a dark gray shirt today. The sleeves rolled up to his forearms. The clean lines of his muscles showed beneath the fabric. He looked over at

Get in. I'll drive you. My first instinct was to say no. But Dante had already opened the passenger door of a black sedan for me.