Robynne POV
Fuming was what I was.
Stuck in a situation not of my making or liking.
My heart had dropped to my stomach when I noticed my laptop was not on the desk. Then, I discovered that all my belongings, including those I had purchased or had supplied, had been moved to his room.
HIS room.
I felt violated, choices ripped from me, all because he didn't know how to stop women from throwing themselves at him, without being rude.
Hey buddy, be rude, don't drag someone else into your mess. I thought. I was disappointed that I didn't correct him on it when he first made the claim.
Looking at the lounge, as he suggested, sleeping there had caused me a different kind of anguish. The thought of making him sleep on the lounge chair, while I took his bed, in his own bedroom, didn't sit
