I wasn’t going back.
Not now. Not in an hour. Not even if Alex begged on his knees. Or asked the entire Dubai to plead on his behalf.
After stomping out of his suite, I ignored every single call he made.
The first few times, my phone vibrated incessantly and then I threw it onto the bed and glared at it like it was his smirking face.
The audacity of him. The sheer nerve of him.
"It’s like someone can’t keep their end of the deal."
His words kept coming back to my head again and again as if trying to mess with sanity. I groaned and pressed the heels of my palms into my eyes as I rehashed what happened in Alex’s suite earlier.
Of course he knew.
Alex Grayson, the master of reading and even manipulating people, had seen everything—the way I got flustered and the way I couldn’t even
