CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
~ Stephano
I had been buried in paperwork when the door burst open, slamming against the wall with a force that made my pen pause mid-signature.
Ah.
I didn’t need to look up.
I already knew.
Camilla.
Fuming. Seething. Probably vibrating with so much rage she could power the goddamn building if I hooked her up to a generator. I exhaled in a slow and measured manner, letting my fingers linger on the contract I had been reviewing before finally, lazily, lifting my gaze to meet hers.
And f**k if she wasn’t a sight.
Dark eyes flashing, chest heaving, fists clenched so tightly at her sides that I half expected her nails to pierce her palms. Her entire body screamed murder. And I, the unfortunate soul marked for execution, merely arched a brow, amused.
"Stephano," she
