Charli

Asshole!

If I weren't afraid that Nox would follow through on the sofa threat, I would've told him to shove it up his ass. But since yesterday afternoon, I wasn't sure of anything. Taking a deep breath, I pretended I wasn't wearing a robe and reeking of sex, plastered a confident smile to my face, and opened the door.

"Mrs. Witt," I said, waving toward the suite. "It's nice to see you again. Come in."

In her closed-lip smile, I read the judgment ...