"Get dressed, you're coming with me somewhere," Declan says, and my eyes widen, my heart thrumming against my rib cage.
"Where are we going?" I ask, my heart stuck in my throat.
"You might as well prove yourself useful if you're going to be living under my roof," he says, walking toward the door. "You'll be coming along with me to attend some meetings."
"What?" I say, peeling the blanket off me, but my door slams shut as he steps out of the room.
My mind races. What meeting would I be attending with him where I could do any good?
CHAPTER 6
Finn
I wipethe steam from my bathroom window, tossing the extra water in my hair with my fingers before drying it. Even after a cold shower last night, I barely had a good night's sleep.
I have to go to work, but before that, Gianna and I need to talk. Yesterday was too heated, and I said things I regret. She just lost her family. Even though she wanted to escape her life, she must be devastated.
I take a deep breath. She must hate me. I step into my room and to my closet, my fingers trailing over rows of neatly pressed suits before settling on a black one.
I slide on my pants before I slip on the shirt and fasten each cufflink without thinking, muscle memory doing the work.
I put on the jacket next before moving toward the window, the city sprawling beneath me like a living thing, so loud, yet so far away. I stare down at it, jaw clenched. Is she going to talk to me today? Or just shut me out again like she always does.
I drag in a breath, wondering why she has such an effect on me. I reach my door and step out when I see Declan exiting her room, heading toward the elevator.
Why did he just come out of Gianna's room? My jaw locks so hard it aches. I remember telling her clearly not to let anyone in her room but me.
I move in anger to her room. I don't knock. I don't even think. I use the key I had a copy of, and the door swings open. She's halfway off the bed, her robe showing her bare shoulder as the blanket slips down her body.
She looks startled and surprised as she pulls the robe to cover herself better, adding gasoline to what I'm already feeling.
Declan was in here with her with nothing but a robe. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she yells, getting out of bed. "You can't just walk in here without knocking. Does everyone in this place not know the concept of privacy?"
"I didn't think you would welcome Declan in your bed," I say through gritted teeth.
She turns to me like I just said the craziest thing. "What?"
"You heard me," I say, my mind reeling through a series of reasons Declan could be leaving her room.
She runs her finger through her hair, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Just leave, Finn. I don't want to talk to you right now while you're being unreasonable."
"I want to talk. I want to know why Declan was in your room. I clearly remember telling you to let no one in here but me," I argue, my eyes landing on her open suitcase.
"Why should I take orders from you, Finn? You don't own me, and you have no right to control what I do," she raises her voice, and like that, we're back to arguing.
"As long as you're here, I'm responsible for you, so technically, I have every right to know what you're up to. Who you meet or sleep with," I counter with a clenched jaw.
"I can't with you right now. Just leave, Finn," she says, pointing to the door with one hand wrapped around her waist.
"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me why Declan was here," I state, wanting her to tell me whatever I'm thinking is wrong.
"Yesterday you called me a coward, and today, you accuse me of sleeping with your brother. Do you even hear yourself?"
"You still haven't given me an answer. Why was Declan in your room this early? Did he spend the night? Did he do something?"
She sighs, defeated. "I saw him sitting on that couch when I woke up. Nothing happened between us. He wants me to attend some meetings with him. He's insisting, honestly. Satisfied?"
I take a step back, relieved to hear nothing happened but still a bit livid and confused. "Some meetings?" I ask.
