Two days later, Samuel was taking his sweet time doing up his cufflinks.
He glanced at his watch. The punishment period was over.
Samuel walked toward the hotel with that cocky stride of his.
On the elevator ride up, he still thought I was just throwing a tantrum.
He'd seen that tight jaw of mine too many times when I was mad.
He told himself this was just another one of my little stunts.
Just my way of reminding him I existed, reminding him I was waiting for an apology.
So when he flew back from the Azure Bay, he wasn't panicked. He almost found it amusing.
No texts from me. The apartment lights were off. None of that mattered.
Lillian had been whispering in his ear the past two days.
"She's so dramatic, don't you think? You work so hard. Doesn't she get that? She's just testing
