“Where the hell have you been?!” Rock hissed as he opened the door to find Jonathan and me standing on his doorstep.
I could see the fiery anger outlining his dark eyes, sending a wave of chills down my spine. It’s been about a week since I signed the contract, and this was the first encounter I’ve had with him since then.
I knew he would be pissed at the fact that I’ve been avoiding him. But since finding out about my mother’s affair with Boris Conway, I wanted to find out what’s in that box more than anything.
“I’ve been busy,” I muttered as I stepped inside.
Jonathan trailed closely behind me; he kept his eyes on Rock and was ready to attack if Rock made any foul attempts. I felt protected with him there and appreciated that he kept near me.
“We have a contract,” Rock reminded
