That was it. My mind glitched, flashing red warning signs everywhere.
My mouth hung open as I stared at him, wondering if I'd heard correctly or he had finally lost his mind.
His face remained serious. "You're not joking?"
"I'm not a comedian. Never been one."
What the hell!?
"Have you lost it, Marshall?" I slammed my hands on the table. "Seriously? You're trying to take advantage of my situation because you think I'm desperate? Why the f**k do I have to move in with you? How many couples live together?"
Despite my outburst, he remained unbothered and calmly shrugged. "It's just for precautions. I don't trust you, Solayne. So I need to keep a close eye on you." He leaned forward, going back to the papers. "I hope this doesn't come as offensive—though I don't really care if it does—bu
