Grecco POV
Despite my protests, Ophelia got ready and had a small breakfast before trying to leave the penthouse.
“Where are you going?” I leaned into the wall, and she bit her lower lip. I had just woken up, and despite her wanting to leave early to avoid a confrontation with a certain male who lived with her, I got her in time before she could sneak out on me.
“To work? Don´t I have to go and report with Sarah?” she said casually,
“Yeah, but I thought I was going to keep you company on your way in and out…” I sighed. I know I am acting weird, and it is entirely out of character for me to be this possessive bastard, but somehow, it terrifies me to death that something awful could happen to her during this mission.
Maybe it is the Alpha male in me; perhaps it is the fact that whe……
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