Charli
Asshole!
If I weren't afraid that Nox would follow through on the sofa threat, I would've told him to shove it up his ass. But since yesterday afternoon, I wasn't sure of anything. Taking a deep breath, I pretended I wasn't wearing a robe and reeking of s*x, plastered a confident smile to my face, and opened the door.
"Mrs. Witt," I said, waving toward the suite. "It's nice to see you again. Come in."
In her closed-lip smile, I read the judgment she wasn't voicing. In her eyes I was taking the walk of shame, even though I hadn't left the suite.
"Miss Collins, nice to see you again."
I reached for the bag she was carrying. "Would you like me to take that? I assume it's for No—Mr. Demetri?"
Her lips turned upward as she presented the handles of the paper bag my direction and
