Chapter 129

Stacey

The man sauntered into my room, plopping down on the armchair, crossing his legs with ease. His dark, slicked-back hair and sharp features, with his eyes piercing with a predator’s gaze, made him seem like a serpent slithering across my bedroom floor.

He wore a tailored suit that hinted at his wealth and power. He seemed comfortable and at ease, but with a hint of controlled violence simmering just beneath the surface. His posture exuded confidence and authority, and I resisted the urge to shudder as the hairs on my arms stood on end. It irritated the hell out of me. Gretchen continued to growl from outside my bedroom door. I reined my heartbeat in, hoping he couldn’t hear the erratic beat as fear skated down my spine.

I straightened my spine and lifted my chin in defiance, meeting his calculating eyes with a steely gaze of my own. My mouth went dry as I thought of what he could possibly want to discuss. My arms felt heavy as I crossed them tightly over my chest, as if I was cr