Sofia's POV His gaze bore into me, low and furious, and I felt that old, familiar flicker of ice crawl up my spine. What right does he have to barge in here? I thought, my pulse thundering. He's nothing but an pompous head playing house with this hotel. “Do you mind explaining what you think you’re doing? Do you have no respect for a woman's space? ” I demanded, tugging the door back toward me. My fingers screamed from the effort, my frame creaked under his weight, but I refused to yield an inch. His jaw tightened, “Ms. De Santa, you easily forget I own this place,” he growled, eyes glinting. “That’s abuse of power,” I shot back, my voice surprisingly steady, “Your—entertainment empire is one thing. But policing women’s doors? Stick to the stage, not my floor plans.l” I could see the muscles in his neck bunch. His brows lowered into a dark arch. "Where is she?" With a demanding voice, he leaned forward, and in a swift movement, his hand closed around my wrist and yanked m
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