Lacy's POV
"What do you mean by what am I doing?" He asks with an arched brow.
Is he crazy?
"Are you crazy? This is my room!" I move backwards, pressing myself against the door. There is no way that I am spending my time here in the same room as this bipolar man.
"This is my room too. We're married, so why should we stay in different rooms?" He continues to ignore me and arrange his clothes.
"What the– all of a sudden we're married? Don't we have separate rooms back home?"
"This is different. It's for show, so go with it. The Golden Association has eyes everywhere. The lady you met downstairs? The receptionist? She's one of them."
So they are keeping tabs on us? What is all this? Some mafia movie?
"I'm taking the bed," I shout to him. If he hears me, he decides not to respond t
