Lisa didn’t say a word the entire ride home.
She sat with her arms crossed tightly over her chest, staring out the tinted window of Arthur’s latest Bentley like the world outside might offer a safer solution to her dilemma.
The luxurious leather seat beneath her felt like it was crawling with ants. She wasn’t comfortable in a vehicle that smelled like him… clean, woodsy cologne and the bitter aftertaste of a night she could hardly remember, but would never be able to forget.
How did she end up here, for f**k’s sake?
All she’d expected was some sad billionaire who needed a companion… not a hot-blooded man like Arthur Brook who could set her on fire just by looking at her.
Arthur didn’t say much after he dismissed Sebastian arrogantly, and asked his driver to take her home. Not a word
