Alastair’s P.O.V
Everything today was just peachy. I woke up on the wrong side of the bed (as usual) having suffered a long interrogation from my sister the previous day about my so-called date with Miss Winston. I swear Kaitlyn finds joy in following my life closely like it’s a damn soap opera. I’m just happy she hadn’t told my parents about it; they would not let me hear the end of it. Their antisocial sun attends a benefit with a mystery woman… my mum would be so ecstatic.
I made it pretty early to my office, only to find Miss Winston conversing casually with my secretary again. It shouldn’t bother me this much but it did and I had no idea why. Since that dance we shared, something sparked deep in my dark and depraved soul and I couldn’t contain it now. There was just something about this girl that kept me on my toes. This needed to stop soon.
