Johnathon POV
Charlotte was furious when she came back from the bathroom. She stormed into the room, slamming her handbag down and casting me a frosty gaze as I shifted in my seat.
"What's wrong?" I asked, wondering what the answer would be.
Would it be the food? Were the bathrooms dirty? The paparazzi? The service? It was hard to tell what it would be when it came to Charlotte. I was not prepared for the answer that came out of her lips as she slumped in her chair and curled her lip at me.
"Your slut of an ex-wife" she snapped "was in the bathroom and she just insulted me."
What exactly was I supposed to do with that?
"This place is expensive, the only way she could get in here, is if somebody wealthy was her date" Charlotte continued to vent, nodding slowly "so she's already go
