She looked up when Cruz stepped onto the patio. “Go away.”
“Can’t. I made us dinner reservations.”
“I am not having dinner with you. I’ll order room service and sit here.”
“You will not. Come on. If I can hobble down to the restaurant down the street, you can get out of your funk and come with me.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Tough s**t. You’re coming with me.”
She felt her anger bubbling over, “I said no.”
“And I said you don’t get a choice, Ladybird. You created this monster of a s**t storm which made my company lose a hundred million dollars in a single week. I do not know if I’m going to bounce back from it. Have you even been on any social media since you’ve been here? Have you seen the news? Have you watched any of the programs from back home which depicts me as a pervert who makes me
