Dangerous Zones

Alessandro Stark was pissed off, livid, and beyond annoyed.

As soon as Eve stepped out of the bathroom where she had gone to dry off, a towel wrapped over her head with a bathrobe on her body, he started,

"It's fucking midnight, Ava. Is there no limit to your irresponsibility?"

Eve lifted her head from the task of securing the white robe on her waist.

She had expected a confrontation and prepared herself in the bathroom for one.

But being called irresponsible to her face was as far as she could take.

It wasn't Alessandro's fault that he was ignorant to what she had gone through tonight, but she had returned wet and cold,

And he didn't give two rats' shit about that!

"Sorry, I wasn't aware of the time."

She apologised instead of the many things in her head, wanting to put everything behind her and try to sleep without thinking of her sister lying in coma.

Eve walked past him to the closet, or at least, she tried to, when firm fingers suddenly gripped hold of her arm and pulled her in