“Now, what? I thought you were going to enjoy Las Vegas ‘that much’?”
I roll my eyes at Vincent when I spotted him sitting on the floor next to the door of my penthouse.
“I've had enough. They weren't up for enjoying the vacation. They were enjoying women.” He stands up as I open the door, and he follows me inside without permission.
“Enjoying women? What's wrong with that? You could've been doing the same thing with your friends.”
I place my chanel bag on top of the table in the living room.
Vincent just makes himself comfortable on the couch. Laying his back, and putting both of his feet above the table just next to my expensive bag.
“I don't want that. I don't want to force myself.” Oh, just kill me. Why is he always saying things that make me feel like they're meant to impress me
