My hand that held onto the wine glass grew numb from the nervousness that it dropped down onto ground. The crash made me flinch, Mr. Ace stepped over the clothes I had thrown onto the ground. My mouth opened trying to find any kind of ridiculous excuse to cover up my actions. I didn’t know why I let him get the best of me, I inhaled sharply regaining my composure and dignity.
“What are you doing here?” I asked pressingly trying my best to ease the attention off of me. Mr. Ace raised his eyebrow and stopped a few feet away from crossing his hands behind him.
“This is my bedroom. After a stressful day of work, I anticipated to come back here and rest instead I found the goldilocks of the mafia, trying on my clothes, drinking my expensive wine, rummaging through my things like s
