Angelica’s POV:
I am pissed.
So f*****g angry at the man standing in front of me.
I suck in a deep breath before smiling at the man beside him. “Hi Drew,” I said, placing out a hand. Drew nods in return, ignoring my open palm. With discomfort, I close it and withdraw the hand. “I didn’t know we were going to have company.” I fake laugh wanting to punch Anthony across the face.
“He won’t be staying with us,” Anthony clarifies. “He will be resting at the floor below us.”
I didn’t ask that. “He can stay here with us. I don’t mind,” I said, remembering how the penthouse has like a hundred rooms. All right, a hundred rooms are exaggerating, but there are a lot of rooms here - plus a freaking pool!
"I mind,” Anthony said.
Drew clears his throat, “I will be downstairs where I rightfully be
