Emily’s POV.
I stood there, arms crossed, watching him like he was some kind of pest that refused to leave. Cole, sitting on my couch like he belonged here. Like he had any right to breathe the same air as me after everything he did.
He was crazy if he thought I’d just let this slide.
I took a step forward, ready to grab his arm and drag him out myself, but a knock on the door stopped me. My head snapped toward it.
Room service? I hadn’t ordered anything.
Cole, the smug bastard, didn’t even react. He just sat there, rubbing his temple like I was giving him a headache.
I marched to the door, yanked it open, and found a hotel staff member standing there with a tray. A covered dish, a drink on the side.
"Miss Hart, your assistant sent this up for you."
My brows pulled together. "My as
