Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Two

Zeke

Steam rolled off my body as I stepped out of the bathroom.

The doorbell rang out at that moment, and I groaned. There was only one person who knew my current address, and who'd call on me at this time of the night. My window was open, close to the patio's door.

I donned on a robe, and went over to open the door.

“Don't you have a home?” I grunted, as Qyle pushed past me into the room.

“Do you need a reminder as to whose house this is?” He drawled, pulling off his suit, and throwing it over the couch.

I closed the door without a response, and came over to join him. He crossed his legs, and pulled out his phone. He dialed a number, and listened to the person from the other end.

“Keep on monitoring. Hmm.” He hung up.

“What's that?” I asked, snapping my fingers absentmindedly.

“Nothing important.'' He shifted on his seat, and that made my brow arch. Qyle never got uneasy for just 'nothing unimportant.'

"I want the penthouse.” I relaxed on my s