30| Arnica.

I open the fridge door and poor myself a glass of chilled herbal tea from the jug. As I lift the glass to my lips, the sound of the front door crashing open resonates through the first floor.

“Ms. Lorenzo, please… you can not enter the estate without Mr. Quinns knowledge or approval.” One of the female staff cry out with panic lacing her voice.

I'm guessing this isn’t the first time this woman has let herself into Mavericks' residence without warning or permission. Either she is a sucker for pain, or she is untouchable.

Which is odd because no one is immune to Mavericks' wrath.

“Where is he? I demand to see him this instant!” A feminine voice screams, demanding to be heard. “Maverick you bastard! Come out here and face me this instant.”

Lowering my glass and placing it onto the kitchen island bench, I raise my brows as a mysterious figure enters the kitchen. She appears incredibly polished, as if she's just walked off the cover of a fashion magazine. Just by admiring her stunning beau