Chapter Fifty- seven.

Chapter Fifty- seven.

Annabelle pov

He poured me a drink and I smiled. He knew how to get to me. I sipped the wine a little. “Oh my, what brand of wine is this? It's so nice.” I just had to acknowledge that aloud.

He laughed. “I knew you would love it right…” He said and walked closer to me. “I told them to get me a rare and very good red wine. This kind, you can not find in a mere store.”

I gulped down the rest of what I had and poured more into my bottle. Soon we sat on the floor in my office and we began talking about things that bothered us and what we felt was wrong.

“I do not want to be engaged as much as I know that you are probably the best match for me,” I said, with the internal frustration I had been hiding, fully displayed on my face as he sat in front of me.

“But why? Do I not show you enough love? What does Travis do to you that makes him more special to you than I?” He asked me genuinely, in a low tone and greased my left hand.

I knew he wished there was some