Kinglsey POV
I dig my stumpy nail into the palm of my hand, choosing to focus on the stinging pain rather than
Savannah's swaying hips as she totters down the hall to my bedroom in last night's dress.
I'm still so f*****g angry that she went out to my club with Grant and behind my back no less,
but I'm starting to learn how impossible it is to stay mad at her.
It only infuriates me more, but that could be directly related to the screaming match I just had
with Karrie's father. He came up through the elevator thinking he was the man of the house. My
house. Boy was he wrong. Not only did he wake me up from my uncomfortable slumber on the
sofa, but that fucker had the audacity to try and control Savannah like she was his own daughter.
It obviously made her uncomfortable and the awf
