#Chapter 134

Warren

The night gets dark and quiet by the time I drive us to my penthouse. The air gets thick with anticipation when we enter the lobby and steer towards the living room.

Tension travels to the nerves of my fingers. Clench. Unclench. The movement does nothing to ease the tremors.

"Sit here." I gesture at the couch as I turn to leave for the kitchen.

"I don't take orders from anyone." Heels click behind me and soon she appears beside me as I pour some pasta in a container to boil.

"You sure do when you have to come." I smirk to hide the growing smile.

"It's...