ANTHONY'S POV
When I got to my penthouse, I realized someone was already inside. Knowing who it was, I sighed and walked into the living room
"And where have you been?" Clarissa was seated on one of the couches with her arms crossed across her chest, irritation evident on her features.
"I was busy," I said as I shrugged off my suit and went to the kitchen. I needed a drink. She was going to call me out on a lot of things, so I definitely needed a drink.
Clarissa followed after me, her heels clicking with every step she took. "You weren't at work when I came back to check on you, so clearly you were 'busy' with something else," she accused and I rolled my eyes as I poured out my drink.
"What do you want, Clarissa?"
"Who is that woman? And what gave her the f*****g right
