Chapter Seventy-Five
There wasn’t much place for privacy and this space, while it was beautiful. It wasn’t Spencer’s loft. It wasn’t his home; it didn’t have those personal touches that made this space his own.
The door to the room closed behind me and a bolt clicking into place made me spin around.
“You locked us in?”
“I locked him out.” Spencer growled, dragging his fingers through his hair. Walking deeper into the room, he made his way over to the couch. He sat down, scrubbing his hands over his face before leaning his head back. “It’s f****d. I can’t believe him, that he would do this.”
“Adam?” I asked, balancing on one foot and slipping off my high heel. My bare foot hit the cold concrete floor, making me wince. I slipped off my other shoe before setting them beside the door.
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