“Absolutely not,” Christian snaps, glaring at me like I already agreed to it. My mouth drops open as I stare back at him, and I surprise myself when I discover that I’m…I’m pissed. The rational part of me knows very well that he’s doing this to protect me. But still – my hackles raise when I see
More hurt than I want to admit by the events of the evening, I move into the hall. Behind me, I hear Violetta speak, even though I didn’t even realize she’d come back from Christian’s bedroom. “What’s…what’s the deal with you and her?” I hear Violetta ask Christian, suspicious and hesitant. “You s
Frankie didn’t stay late with me last night, just long enough for me to eat half a plate of food and then take it away when I didn’t want anymore. Then he left me to stew, which is what I really wanted anyway. I had laid in bed, determined to be miserable about it for hours, but to my surprise I fel
Frankie grins at me as I move around the bed, handing me my coffee back. “I make him buy all my stuff too, don’t worry, he loves it.” “Who knew he was such a fashionista,” I murmur, taking a sip of my coffee. “Okay,” I say, looking up at him and straightening my shoulders. “What else do I need to
My eyes quickly flick over Violetta’s casually mussed hair, her cute pajama set, Christian’s own t-shrit and checked pajama pants. The two of them, dressed like that, together at this hour means… But nope. I’m not going to go there. I’m not going to think about what it means. But it pisses me of
“See, there it is again,” I say, tilting my head curiously, deliberately trying to piss him off now in the same way that he’s pissed me off. “Those orders. Like is it a fetish? Does Violetta know about this?” A muscle flicks in Christian’s jaw as he stares down at me, and honestly half of me wonde
Frankie doesn’t say anything when I get down to the car, just smirks at me and raises an eyebrow. I don’t bother to fill him in, giving a coy shrug as I move to the front seat and slide in. We’re on the road quickly and Frankie fills the ride with chatter, telling me the basics about Lupa, which a
“Let’s get something straight,” Andre says, turning to face me the moment that he puts the bar back in place. My eyes go wide at way he’s already snapping at me – god, is he my boss? Is this what my days are going to be like now? I nod, eager, letting Andre know that I’m listening. “I don’t know