Kay.
"Who is it?" he asks, walking towards the bed with a white shirt in his hand.
Carl is already dressed, so I'm assuming the shirt is mine.
"Why is Rico calling you?" I didn't even know he had his number.
"I don't know," he mumbles, helping me put on the shirt and button it. After he's done, I give him the phone he walks to the balcony to receive it.
Isn't that suspicious? Should I follow him?
Of course, no way I'm staying in the dark anymore.
I hurriedly get out of bed and follow Carl to find him leaning on the rails, gazing down and speaking in a low tone.
I need to hear at least something. I take silent steps and hug him from behind, and he doesn't flinch, to my dismay.
"Alright, give me a minute," he murmurs before hanging up. Is he serious?
Carl turns around, encircling h
