She opened the door to her hotel for what felt the millionth time and the guard was still standing there blocking her exit.
“I have places to be.”
He shrugged and motioned for her to return to the room.
It was nearly nine in the morning. Furio didn’t respond to a single text message from her, and she was left stewing when she wanted to go home.
She let out an impatient scream and slammed the door back in his face. She picked up her phone and sent another obliterating text to the asshole who was keeping her locked up like a prisoner.
Her phone rang and it was her mother, and she again declined the call. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with her hysterics right now. After sending a text to Caprice asking her to make her mother piss off, she threw her phone on the bed and moved to the wind
