Nora's POV

He chuckled at my expression. “Someone will think that I just asked you to kill yourself.”

He might as well have asked me to.

“Relax,” he sighed.

How could I?

“Do you take every lady out there to your room?” I asked with a bite, unable to hide the jealousy and disgust rolling in my bloodstream.

Jealousy and disgust that he had turned himself into a casanova.

He scowled. “No, I don't.” His tone hardened. “You can go if you want.”

“I'm sorry, Mr. ...