Alpha Ryan's POV.
“What the hell man?” Taylor exclaimed, staring at the empty plate with a frown.
I paced across my office with a crease in my brows, chewing on the food that I had stolen off his plate a second ago.
I waited until I swallowed before I gave him a reply.
“You were eating too slow,” I retorted, walking past him to the couch on the other side of the office.
My mind was stuck on the conversation we had just had during breakfast.
“What's up with you man?” Taylor asked, walking over to me with the frown still etched on his face, but looking more serious.
“The dress,” I muttered more to myself than to him.
“Dress?” Taylor asked in confusion until it clicked.
“Oh! You mean the dress you sent to Diane!” He exclaimed with a speculative look.
“Yes,”
“What about it?” He made his way across the ro……
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