CHAPTER EIGHTY MIND FUCKED

GREYSON’S POV Being immature didn't exist in my Lexicon until I met her. She said she didn't want to go to the office with me for reasons I didn't understand, so I just let her be. I gave her the space she desperately wanted, but she didn't like that; she seemed even more upset about it than I was. I decided not to look at her because my resistance would crumble, and so I didn't. I headed straight to my office and sat there idly, fortifying my mind before I started working. I told her to prepare for our meeting, but she didn't know I was fighting an internal battle with myself not to look at her, especially when she always managed to be effortlessly stunning. It was getting more challenging during the meetings because I had to be around her in the car or speak to the people she was there to quote. I was deeply irritated by the first one because why the fuck were they staring at her? They had no right, and she was once again oblivious to their obscene desires, like a child, but