Laura
I trapped myself in the bedroom that Stephen and I shared after he left the penthouse. I just didn’t want to see or hear from his mother for the rest of the night.
I turned on the television and immersed myself in silly rom-com movies, which all seemed to follow the same plot but in different towns. I lost track of how many I watched before I realized it was late and Stephen still hadn’t returned home.
If Stephen wanted to act like a child and stay out all night, I wasn’t going to wait up for him. I went to sleep—until I heard shouting.
I was startled by the yell. What the hell is going on? I stumbled out of bed and discovered that Stephen had apparently woken everyone up. I was met by the maid and his mother as we all looked at Stephen.
It didn’t take long for me to realize he
