Not here.

Laura’s POV

What the hell is he doing here, just like last time he fucking shows up in front of my door after ignoring my texts and not returning my calls.

I have all the right to be mad, he can’t keep doing this, if he wants whatever we have to work then he needs to start returning calls or rather send a message so I won’t be fucking worried, last time he left in the middle of our date, at least last time he explained his mother is sick and this time he promised to come to meet me and he didn’t.

I rolled my eyes.

“What are you doing here?.” I asked, I stood against the other side of the door, making sure to glance at him through the peephole from time to time.

“It’s freezing Laura, open up I will explain,” Hunter said.

“You didn’t return my calls or texts,” I said.

“I’m so sorry, please I will do anything just open up.”

He does sound desperate does he deserve it?

“Fine,” I mumbled, I still waited for about two minutes before I opened the door and let him in, his hands were fold