She stood up immediately. “I’m not going anywhere and getting naked for you.”
She turned toward the door.
I chuckled under my breath. “Oh, you will.”
She stopped.
But didn’t turn around.
“I let you play tough girl in front of family,” I said calmly. “But stop acting like you’re not mine.”
Her shoulders stiffened.
“You will do as I say. You will go where I go.” I shrugged. “Now you can go.”
The door slammed so hard the walls shook.
I stood there for a moment.
I laughed. A slow, satisfied sound.
Because I knew something she didn’t.
She was angry now.
But she wasn’t turning me down.
I promise.
CHAPTER 41
Yuna
“I Forgot To Be Mad”
Seven in the morning felt disrespectful.
Especially when I had already told this man I wasn’t going anywhere.
Yet here I was.
Standing in the middle of my room while a maid folded the last of my clothes into a trunk, like we were preparing for a damn royal tour.
Garment bags hung across the bed.
Silk dresses. New jeans. Blouses that still smelled like the boutiques they came from.
Ares had bought half of Paris’ fashion district for me in the last two weeks, and now, apparently, I was packing like we were relocating the entire operation.
I put gel in my curls, dragged a brush through them, and sighed.
“Did he say when we’re coming back?” I asked the maid.
“He said only God knows when you’re coming back,” she said politely while zipping one of the garment bags.
I was still standing there looking annoyed when the door opened.
Ares walked in already dressed.
