Marcus was waiting.
Of course.
He stood in our living room with his tuxedo jacket thrown across a chair.
His tie was gone.
His face was red.
“What the hell did you do?”
I closed the door.
“I attended your gala.”
“Don’t be cute.”
“I’m not.”
“You embarrassed me in front of the entire board.”
I stared at him.
“You told me to pretend I was catering staff.”
“That was before.”
“Before what?”
He stopped.
Exactly.
Before I might be rich.
Before I might matter.
I walked past him.
He followed.
“Sofia.”
“What?”
“Sit down.”
“No.”
“We need to figure out what happens next.”
“I know what happens next.”
His face changed.
“What?”
“You’re sleeping in the guest room.”
He laughed.
“You’re serious?”
“Yes.”
“This is my house too.”
“I know.”
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