As they left the restaurant, Timothy took her to the apartment and went inside with her, which Melody couldn’t see the point of.
At that moment everything was spinning and the pasta that had gone down so well ended up shooting out in the toilet.
“Get out of here,” she told him when she saw him approaching.
“I’m not leaving without you,” he said with an unchanging expression. “Go pack, or I’ll do it for you. Either way we’ll both leave and go to my penthouse.”
Melody picked herself up off the floor and folded her arms.
“You don’t tell me what the f**k to do. If you think you say jumped and I’ll ask you how high, you’re dead wrong.”
‘You don’t tell me what to do? Was she a child?’
‘I won’t do whatever he damn well pleases.’
Timothy held her gaze, in no way daunted, which made her hea
