"You sure you don't want me to come with you?" Christian asked as he watched me comb my hair in the reflection of the mirror.

"Not anymore. I'm sure Rian will be nervous around you if I take you with me. She might think you're going to report her to Daddy." I laughed.

Christian let out a soft chuckle, too. I turned around to face him. He's sitting on the single couch, legs crossed together while holding a glass of orange juice in his right hand. I sat on the end of the bed where we were facing each other.

"Tell her I'm not the villain here," he said shaking...