LORENA'S POV
"Where are we going?" I asked, forcing my leg inside the only slipper that could fit me among Maria's pairs. I had kicked off the slipper I had on while struggling to escape from Andrew and his men and now I had nothing. Andrew didn't say a word. He acted like I wasn't speaking to him when he was the only one there.
What the hell was wrong with this man? Why was he so arrogant?
"Hello? He's hot and freaking rich!" A voice in my head said, silencing me.
He picked up his phone and dialed a number. Immediately it connected, he said only a few words. "Make sure Sia is available, we're on our way." Then he hung up.
Is that how he talks to people?
"Hurry up Lorena, I'm a busy man."
My glare must have sent chills through him because he suddenly turned to look at me for the fir
