“ Is she fucking kidding me?” Eloise yelled as she quickly covered herself with the quilt.

“ Brenda,” Antonio called with his voice hard with anger.

“ What the fuck,” Eloise eyed her and turned to Antonio. “ You didn't lock the door?”

He looked at her and shook his head. “ I totally forgot we have someone in the house,” he replied.

He was used to no one ever daring to step into his room, especially uninvited.

Eloise scowled at him before glaring back at Brenda, whose fist tightened around the doorknob, fuming.

“ What are you doing here?” Antonio questioned, sitting beside Eloise under the cover.

Brenda clenched...