|Javier|
“We need to talk first,” I said as soon as we stepped through the doors of the penthouse.
I came to a halt, expecting her to stop and acknowledge me—but she didn’t. Without so much as a glance in my direction, she walked right past me and headed for the living room like she owned the place. She tossed her bouquet carelessly onto the couch, kicked off her heels with a sigh, and collapsed onto the cushions in one fluid motion.
I stood there watching her, the corner of my mouth lifting in amusement. She looked far too comfortable, like this was her sanctuary.
Well… it would be. Eventually.
“What is it?” she muttered, her eyes still shut, voice laced with fatigue. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days.
I stepped forward, keeping my tone firm. “We need to talk about our arrang
