Chapter 12

Megan POV

“You know the least you could have done was call? I was worried sick about if you were ok or not, and you dare to bring me to the same hotel you bring your whores. Was this your plan, bring the P. A to Paris so you can satisfy yourself? And…and let that wart face old bitch disrespect me, I hate you, Anthony,” I vented.

He walked towards me laying down the flowers he had in his hands on the table,

“Meg, I was caught up during a meeting and wasn't keeping track of the time, let me make it up to you please”, He placed both hands on my shoulders, gently massaging them.

He stared in my eyes, and I stared back into his, and I doubt if I was imagining thing, but I swear we were having a moment,

“Ahem,” I cleared my throat, walking out of his grasp,

“First, take me the fuck out of your whore house of a hotel