Escape to him

Last night had been pure hell for him. He was sure he'd lost you forever—after all, yesterday was supposed to be your wedding to someone else. Tormented by jealousy and pain, Vincent Cross locked himself in his office that morning, cancelled all his appointments, and sat on the couch with a cigarette in his trembling fingers.

He didn't know one thing: you couldn't take that step. Right at the altar, you realized you couldn't live another day without this stern and beloved man. You fled your own ceremony, tore up the fake documents, and ran to him at full speed.

Entering the reception area, you were met with a stern expression on the face of the secretary blocking your way.

“Mr. Cross is not receiving today,” she said coldly.

"So, are you signing me up or should I just go in myself?" you asked politely but firmly, crossing your arms over your chest.

The girl sighed heavily, taking out her tablet, and asked sternly:

• Okay. What's your last name?

“Cross,” you answered with a slight grin, stepping past the stunned employee straight into his office.

The office was dark and reeked of cigarettes. The man flinched and froze when he saw you, and you smiled shakily.

— Did you miss me?..