Chapter 27
Hillary
The ride home is quiet. I just stare out the tinted window of the Rolls Royce for the entire journey. Once we arrive, I step out of the car and go straight to my room.
Who is Arianna?
Why does her name always get that sort of reaction from him?
I’m not even jealous, but I suddenly want to make him so obsessed with me he forgets bloody Arianna. I want his pulse to pick up speed at the mention of my name that way, too. I want to know who Arianna is, to see what she looks like.
Is she the Greek statue by the stairs?
He must have been more than head over heels for her if he still has a naked statue of her in his house. I suddenly feel a wave of disgust. Did Arianna make him this way? Cold? And mean? A dominant who simply plies pleasure from girls without even being in
