~Aaron~
Words couldn't begin to describe the frustration and disbelief I'd felt at that moment, standing in my own house, staring at Angelina with a suitcase in hand.
I didn’t need to ask why she was here; the suitcase said it all. She’d come to stay, uninvited.
I should have turned her around, booked her the next flight to New York, and sent her on her way. It was exactly what I should have done. But she hadn’t told me she was coming for a reason—because she knew I’d say no.
It was my mistake, really, letting her know my address. If I’d kept my location private, she’d still be in Brooklyn, and my life would be far simpler.
“Do I get to sleep with you?” she asked, her voice sweet and her lashes fluttering like I wouldn’t notice the audacity of her question.
I didn’t bother replying,
