Maddison Lorenzo.
I shut the door to the guest room behind us.
"Can you stop that?" My voice comes out thinner than I want it to.
"Stop what?" Carl turns on me, and for the first time ever, I see real anger in his eyes. "Where were you?"
"Nowhere! I was just—"
"You're f*****g lying!" he cuts me off.
"I'm not," I say, but it sounds weak even to me. I shut my eyes tight. Maybe if I don't look at him, he won't see right through me.
"So where were you, then? Give me your phone."
"Carl—" I start, but he's already snatching it from my hand before I can pull it back. A flash of panic hits me, but then I remember. There's nothing on it. Just the chauffeur's unknown number. No texts. No calls. Nothing from Adonis. So I stop fighting. I drop my hands and let him have it.
He turns his back
