The bed dominated the space.
Grey base. Grey headboard. Clean, sharp lines. A silver pole caught the light at the top, gleaming faintly.
It wasn’t the style that froze me.
It was the size.
The bed was enormous.
Big enough for six adults.
“It’s a guest room,” he murmured.
I couldn’t imagine rich people all piling into one bed.
This was… odd.
“The bathroom is to the right,” he said before closing the door.
I stood there, staring at the white door.
Then the bed.
No.
It was still humongous.
I scratched at my jaw as the face mask began to irritate my skin.
With a sigh, I went to the ostentatious bathroom to wash my face. My brain had reached its limit, and nothing made sense.
Chapter 10
Nick
Alec was carefully wrapping the plastic sheets around Sophie while I poked her dad’s cheek. He was a heavy bastard, and I couldn’t use the staff elevator.
“It would be easier to chop her up,” Alec mused.“Or even a clean cut down the middle.”
“I can’t believe it,” I said.“I left her in the office for, like, three minutes.”
I slapped James’s face.
Nothing.
I slapped him harder.
Cunt.
“One minute and fifty-four seconds,” Alec said, chuckling as he reached for the rope.
“She won’t be any better, you know. Ella.”
“Rowan’s installing a discreet auto-locking cabinet. It won’t happen again. Ella saw what we’re capable of.” Alec paused.“But was it just me, or does she not care about the old man?”
I thought of my father.
“You’re not wrong. She’s had enough of this geriatric drunk,” I said, punching James in the face.
