Chapter 11: HARLEY: W.I.F.E

It's been more than two days now, and nothing has come from Olive. Not a message and not a call. I couldn't sleep, so I shuffled my way to Sylus's room and slipped into the bedroom.  

Sylus was asleep, curled up comfortably, and completely unaware of my presence. I stared down at him and shifted my gaze to the other side of the bed, perfectly made and untouched. It was as if he'd made that part just for me, and I would have found myself smiling if I didn't know the kind of man he was. Not even in my wildest dream would this happen. 

The thought made me scoff, and I slipped into the bed, making myself comfortable. My bed was nothing compared to this, not to mention the mountain of pillows he had on it for comfort. I would never not find that amusing.   

I skimmed my fingers over my loose hair, pulled, and smiled. Yeah, not even in his begging dream would I sleep in that stupid guest room he'd put me in. His room was better and so was his sweet soft bed.