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He at least looks contrite, but he shakes his head. “I can’t.”

“Fine.” I slump back against the wall in defeat.

José accompanies me to the top floor and shows me to Alejandro’s suite. “Goodnight, Mrs. Montoya,” he says before closing the door behind him.

I pull on the handle as soon as he’s gone and confirm it’s locked.

Damn Alejandro!

How dare he keep me prisoner until he deems fit to grace me with his presence. I have no idea how long he’s planning to make me wait for him to finish flirting with his ex-girlfriends.

I kick off my heels and pace the beautiful suite. If I weren’t so damn mad, I could be enjoying the breathtaking view of the Los Angeles skyline.

When I grow tired of pacing, I plop down on the sofa and glare at the door, waiting for the devil to arrive.

A few moments later, he does.

Chapter

Thirty-Three

Alana

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Alana?” he bellows as he storms into the room. “You don’t just walk out on me in the middle of a fucking dinner.”

I bolt for the door, but he hoists me over his shoulder and carries me to the bedroom.

He throws me onto the bed and towers over me. “I asked you a question.”

“I didn’t think you’d notice I was gone,” I snap. “Keira and Michaela looked to be keeping you plenty entertained.”

“This is about your childish jealousy? You made me look like a complete fool because you couldn’t handle me talking to a couple of women? For fuck’s sake, Alana.”

“Oh, get over yourself, you conceited jackass.” I kneel on the bed and meet his furious glare with my own, refusing to let him make this my fault.

He steps closer, and I’m sure he’s going to reprimand me, but his scowl falters. “Why have you been crying?”

Dammit, I’m sure I wiped my smudged mascara, but my eyes always stay puffy after I’ve been crying. Still, I have no desire to discuss the reason why with him. “I haven’t.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me, Alana. I can see you’ve been crying. Now, for the love of god, tell me why.”

“I’m just tired. Can I please go home?”

He shrugs off his jacket and tosses it on a chair. “This is our home for tonight. We’re staying at the hotel.”

I don’t want to stay here, in this place where he brings women like Keira and Michaela. “Can’t we just go to the house?”

He rolls up his shirt sleeves, and I wonder whether I am going to incur his epic wrath, but he only sits down next to me.

“No, we can’t. Tell me what the hell happened downstairs. One minute you seemed like you were having a great time. The mayor was waiting to ask you more about your work at the shelter. He and Lorna are really interested in what you’re doing there. He loves you, by the way. And then the next thing I know, I’m being told that you bolted and are on your way to the underground exit.”

“Did you have someone spying on me?” I scoff.

“No. But this is my hotel, and you’re my goddamn wife. My security people watch you. It’s their job to know where you are at all times. Now what the fuck is going on? Is this about Michaela and Keira?”

I shake my head, but he’s already seen the truth in my eyes.

“I can’t help the fact that I have a past, Alana. But don’t hold that against me because you’ve never fucked anyone else.”