Chapter 161
The moment I woke up from my dream, I felt ridic ulous for having had such a dream in the first place.
I touched my heated face and tender lips.
They felt as if Griffon had really been here.
Sha me filled me at the thought of fantasizing about Griffon, but my accidental brush of my lips across his cheek must have
sparked something in my subconscious.
After all, I had been with him for five years. My body knew his so very intimately, had always responded to him so eagerly. I was
used to his touch, and that moment at the Wilton pack manor was familiar.
But I would get over it, and I would go back to forcing the memories of his hands and lips on my body out of my mind.
Sighing and steeling myself for whatever he wanted, I answered. “What can I do for you, Alpha Sterling?”
I kept my tone businesslike.
“Ms. Palmer, Camille isn’t here today. I need you to accompany me to the bidding.”
How could Camille, always by Jackson’s side, be absent today of all days? I was more than a little confused, but I agreed. If I
said no, I’m sure it would get back to Tara. Plus, as soon as the bidding was over, Jackson would likely return to Wolverly
Capital. “Wait for me,” I said almost excitedly. After I spoke, I realized that Jackson might take my tone as being excited to see
him. Cr ap.
Sure enough, I could hear the smile in his voice when he responded.
“Don’t worry. The bidding doesn’t start until ten. It’s still early.”
I looked at the time. It was seven o’clock; I had woken up early for once instead of sleeping the day away. Had I been that
affected by my Griffon dream?
I blushed again. I quickly replied with a “yes” and hung up the phone.
I’d fallen asleep last night before checking my WhatsApp. I quickly checked, worried I’d missed a message from Harper. I’d been
trying to respond to her quickly when she messaged so she
wasn’t anxious about anything happening in Arcadia while she on her honeymoon. She’d sent a few photos of the scenery and
took a few short videos.
I looked through them and replied.
After replying, she subconsciously looked at the profile picture. of a message that had been pushed to the bottom.
The profile picture was blank, as mysterious as Greyson himself.
I clicked on the chat log.
Since my last message, Greyson had been silent.
He had called me hundreds of times that day, but then there was radio silence after my reply. It was confusing, and for some
reason I couldn’t figure out, it bothered me.
Nope. Not going there. I exited the app and put my phone down.
It was by far better if he didn’t harass me. If I’d never met him.
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