“This has to stop.”

“Explanation, please,” Ayo said in a deceptively soft voice.

He had watched her pace to and fro since they entered her bedroom.

The fact that the gesture resembled what her manager was doing earlier annoyed him enough that he turned his mind to something more interesting.

How much were they paying those bastards for them to risk their lives that way?

Climbing a tree to take pictures? As much as it annoyed him at the time, he couldn’t help but be amused.

Maybe being a paparazzo paid a lot.

Why didn’t he think of that before settling for working at a car wash?

His initial anger...