Chapter 17

I know he wanted to talk. We could not stay outside, in case they were reporters around, nor did I think it was smart to stay anywhere close to my father, that left one possible choice.

“Come with me” I said and pointed a thumb towards the stairs. He gave a curt nod and followed silently behind me as I led him to my room.

If I thought Ethan in the living room was an invasion, then him, in my bedroom was so much worse. I couldn’t help but be hyper aware of all his movements. The way his eyes roamed over the contents on my dressing table before he leaned on it, the colorful fashion designs I had pinned on my walls and the general disorder that was my bedroom.

“You didn’t use the card.” He said gruffly, his face set in a scowl.

“I needed a break today. You said the gala is not till the weekend so, I reckon I still have time to find something to wear.“

He nodded. “And the documents?”

“I’ll send them to your email this evening.” I began to feel mild irritation. He could easily ask me those