The Alpha Daddy's Contractual Bride
Somewhere in the distance, I heard the sounds of voices and sobs and pagers going off.
Before I could make sense of it, a face leaned over mine, blocking out the lights.
Charlotte.
Her hair was falling loose from its usual knot, and there were dark shadows under her eyes. She was dressed like she was ready to go out, and suddenly, I remembered—not being there when we were supposed to meet up last night. I’d had a whole night planned, a way to show her how much I cared, and it hadn’t happened at all. Guilt washed over me, momentarily blocking out the pain.