Roman's phone kept buzzing inside his suit jacket, but he was lost in his paper work and ruthlessly ignored it. Over the last four weeks, he had deliberately drowned himself in work, trying to purge Syrene from his mind. She was consuming his every thought, and he knew he needed to stay far away from her to regain his usual cold control.
When his phone buzzed for the fifth time in ten minutes, he reached into his pocket and pulled it out, his jaw tightening as he read the string of bank notifications scrolling across the screen.
Card ending in 4092: $1,200 at Bella Lingerie.
Card ending in 4092: $2,800 at Saint Laurent.
"Looks like someone is enjoying themselves," Roman muttered under his breath to no one in particular. At least she was finally spending his money like she was supposed
