~Mark’s POV~

Camila and I couldn’t go to the club; she lost her laptop and some files. Well, at least she thought she was robbed. After packing my car outside my villa, I headed inside, and Belle was there waiting for me as usual whenever she was around.

“Hey, baby!” I cast her a disgusting glare that said, ’Shut the fuck up, bitch!” Don’t get me wrong. Belle is sweet and maybe too sweet for my liking. I like bad girls like Camila and ruthless characters like Christopher Grayston.

Shit! Chris!

I sighed and headed to my study to make a call. But the person I was about to call...