Chapter Twenty

I pulled out a fistful of tissue and used it to wipe off the chocolate cake on my dress. How could she be so childish? I should have worn black, now this stain would never come off. Everyone would think a horse pooped on me. I couldn’t go to lunch like this.

“Gianna.” Brad hammer on the door.

“Leave me alone Brad. I’m kind of busy.”

“Mind explaining why you took a bath in mud?”

Bryan snickered on the other side. I fumed and opened the tap. Tissue wasn’t going to work.

“You should know the answer.”

He was silent. I thought he left. That’s what I should have done left. Left the Wolfe mansion.

“Alright, let me in.” He said.

“Get your own bathroom.”

“Technically it is my bathroom.”

“No, you don’t live here.”

“You’re going to make me beg? I’ll break the door down Gianna.”

I doubted he would. Brad was a massive man. He could lift me with one arm. I could sit in his arms like a swing. It was one of my fantasies to do it. Among other things. Stupid fantasies sent butterflies in my tummy. I c