Ian Wolf's POV.
We enter the house, and I can practically see Brooke fuming with anger.
"Brooke…"
"Shut up."
She turns around and points at me, glaring. "How dare you use me?"
"I've already apologized."
And that's a lot, given the circumstances.
"But my anger hasn't subsided," she hisses. "I'm not your damn toy, Wolf. Maybe I signed a contract, and we have an agreement, but I'm not an idiot."
"Enough already, I said I'm sorry," I said, squinting at her. "I think you've had too much drink."
"Just what I needed!" she exclaims, throwing her hands up. "Now you're saying I'm drunk. I might be crazy for being here, but I'm not drunk, asshole."
"Calm down, Brooke, or I won't be responsible."
"Really?" she replies with an attitude. "What? Are you going to hit me?"
I scoffed at her absu
