Chapter Eighteen
Weston
A knock at the door startles me out of a deep sleep, the fact only four hours have passed since I fell asleep pisses me off after a quick glance at the clock.
“Son of a bitch.”
Grumbling, I sit up and rub my eyes in an attempt to wake up, suddenly regretting staying out so late with Viola despite how much fun we had. Work doesn’t wait, and apparently, Shayne didn’t get my text asking him to wake me up at ten instead of eight as usual.
Forcing myself to get out of the bed, I walk to the in-suite bathroom and splash some water on my face.
Another knock at the door as I exit the bedroom irritates me enough to shout, “For f**k’s sake, give me a moment.”
Despite being awakened this early following a late night, the evening with Viola is still fresh in my mind and
