#Chapter 8 Ellie Cries, Austin Lets Her Sit On His Lap

Third POV

Austin shakes his head, partially in disappointment. When in actual sense, he is trying to loosen up the little composure he has left in the noggin. "I see your seductive whims and caprices have limitless bounds, eh?"

Ellie sits up on the bed, frantically replacing the phone back in its cradle, ending the connection and preventing Anna from listening in to what could be the true version of her lie.

"What are you doing in here?" she demands.

"Keeping an eye on you. Answer the question, Ellie," he growls.

Ellie ignores him and looks towards the door. "Did you break that to get in?"

"It wasn't locked, silly head."

As Ellie rises to her feet, she is more angered than shocked at this point, that the man could just walk into her room like it was his own ice pool. Does he not understand what feminine privacy is and its importance?

"This is my privacy, you are invading!" she barks, gradually turning into the person she was some hours ago, teeth and claws and what have you.

"You are