HANNAH
“What are you doing here?” I groaned when I noticed Garrett standing right behind me, measuring me from up to down with a disgusting lust in his cold grey eyes. By instinct, I pulled the shirt by its corners, although it did not help a lot to cover my thighs.
“I should be asking you. Why are you in this apartment? Were you hoping to meet me?” He smirked at me, and I felt immediately sick to my stomach. Why would I wish to meet him? Ugh. And then the evil thought occurred in my head. Was this Garrett’s apartment? Did Shane just serve me to his brother on a golden plate? What the hell?
“The King told me I can stay here.” I said, hiding behind the kitchen counter. A nervous sweat appeared on my forehead as I realized I was alone with him and not wearing much.
“Oh, how nice.” He chu
