[Gianna’s POV]
I stare in disbelief at the man in front of me as he stares me down with those intense eyes of his.
He’s being serious.
He’s being serious and if this kept up and someone caught us then my career would be ruined.
“What exactly do you want me to say?” I ask, looking around. “Do you not understand the meaning of a one night stand?”
“I do,” he counters. “But usually those I f**k usually have the common decency to wait until I wake up to say lets leave.”
“And?”
No way.
Was he acting like this because his pride was hurt over what happened?
There was no way, but here he was cornering me and making me answer his damned question.
“And you hurt my pride, little escape artist.” He tells me. “Do you know how I felt waking up alone in that bed?”
“I don’t,” I tell him and imme
