When I wake up the next morning I…have no idea what to do. I mean, the penthouse is totally quiet – you’d honestly think that I was here alone. But…I was ordered to my room. Am I allowed to…leave it? I spend about five minutes wondering and then I huff a frustrated sigh, tossing my blankets of

“You,” Frankie says tiredly, pointing at me as he closes the door behind him, “are not allowed to ask anything about this. You got that? Also, you never, ever saw it. I was here all night.” I put my hands up, letting him know that I agree to these terms. “Good,” Frankie murmurs, and he sighs wit

I stare up at Christian’s face at a complete loss for words. Christian’s expression instantly softens as he sees the true hurt in my eyes. “Shit,” he murmurs, stepping forward and shaking his head, reaching for me. “Iris, I –“ But I take a step back, not wanting him to touch me now. “Is that…is

Christian clutches the edge of his sink so hard that his fingers ache. God damn it – that fucking woman. He was so close, so close to losing control a few moments ago when she’d bent his head back like that, brought her mouth so close that he could feel her breath on his lips. A groan slips fr

I fall asleep on the couch later, after I finish placing all my orders and giving Christian’s credit card one hell of a workout. Frankie and Nico pretend not to notice that I’m unwilling to go back to my room, letting me curl up on the couch under the little grey throw-blanket. I don’t talk to them