“Douglas,” he barked into the phone, and turned his back on me, walking over to the windows as he spoke. His shoulders tensed suddenly.
“What’s wrong with her husband’s club? Why’s she gotta come to mine and give me the f*****g headache for tonight?”
I had no idea who he was talking to, or what was getting him all riled up. I reached into my clutch and grabbed my lip gloss, applying one last sweep as I eavesdropped on his conversation.
“Fine. I’m coming in though. I don’t trust anyone else to oversee things. If s**t were to go down,Diego would have my head on a spike. I can’t risk it.”
He shut off the conversation and threw his mobile onto the couch in annoyance, then rubbed both hands wearily over his face. I guessed his evening had just taken a turn for the worse, and this Diego guy
