CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.
Christine's POV.
It's a Spa.
The classiest I've ever seen in my entire life. His men came over to open the door and I stepped down from the car. I stood and looked at the skyscraper building before me in awe,it was breathtaking and glassy.
"We don't have all day here!!" Fanuel whispered harshly.
"Why am I here?"
"Behave yourself, get in there and get done with whatever s**t they are going to do with you."
"That didn't answer my question."
"Are you trying to bring that act of feistiness here in public? Don't let me tell my men to throw you in there! Get the f**k out of my sight and go in there."
"Are you coming with me?" I asked in worry and he scoffed.
"Are you crazy? Why will I do that…you want my name to fly all over the media…can you stop being so Inquisitive
