JOAQUIN
Her people stepped out, and I motioned for my men to leave us alone. She looked beautiful, dressed down like this in a large t-shirt and leggings, displaying her curves. Sofia walked up to me after the door closed and slapped me across the face. I smirked, rubbing the sting away. When I reached out to caress her cheek, she smacked my hand away.
“Sweetheart.”
“I’m not your sweetheart, and who do you think you are coming up here demanding I leave with you?”
“Why did you run?” I shouted angrily.
“What?”
“The second I fell asleep, you disappeared. What did I do?”
“I don’t have time to babysit your feelings. My career could be over because of you,”
she snapped, picking up the open laptop and shoving it into my face.
“I don’t read gossip or entertain it, sweetheart. They’ll have
