RHEA'S POV
"Why the hell didn't you answer or return my calls and texts?" he asks, his voice deceptively calm.
I try to appear calm and nonchalant. "I was busy," I reply, keeping my tone light, disinterested. I move to the dresser, setting my phone down, and start to remove my earrings.
Miles turns then, his gray eyes stormy. "Busy doing what?" he presses, taking a step toward me. "Busy with Yuri Donovitch? What were you discussing with him that was so important you couldn't answer your phone?"
I meet his gaze in the mirror, my own anger starting to simmer. "Why do you care? You made it very clear you want nothing to do with me." I turn to face him, crossing my arms over my chest. "And why are you here anyway? What are you doing in this bedroom?" He hasn't slept here since serving m
