"Why are you here?" Charlotte finally had the words put together and asked him."What do you mean? This is my home, people always come home after days of working." He replied, raising an eyebrow while his mind was thinking that maybe going into the privacy of her bedroom was a mistake, even though they had been intimate just a couple of days ago. "Right, work, the work where you attend galas with models attached to your arm?" Charlotte questioned him, her jealousy was almost too cute that he wanted to smile widely. But he obviously didn't as he kept his expression schooled instead."You're watching me?" He sat up straighter on the bed, intrigued."What? No, that's absurd," she said sounding offended and a little bit nervous. "I...I watched the news, it covered some gala then I saw you with... a woman," she shrugged, trying to appear careless. Yet, she miserably failed. "The woman was my dad's doing," he said, then held out his hand for her. She was reluctant but couldn't make hersel
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