Chapter 11. Lost Him

Lena glared at Scar with a mix of anger and disdain. He had barged into her room without knocking, ignoring her privacy and personal space.

He was rummaging through her closet, tossing aside her clothes as if they were trash. He acted like he owned the place - which he did, technically, but that didn't give him the right to treat her like his servant.

Lena wrapped her bathrobe tighter around her body, feeling exposed and vulnerable. He had woken her up from a deep sleep and ordered her to take a bath and get ready. He said they were going to a dinner date and she had to accompany him as his bodyguard. Lena knew he was just toying with her, enjoying her discomfort and annoyance. His smirk confirmed it.

Scar pulled out a crisp grey suit that looked like it was tailored for her. He threw it at her face, making her flinch. "Get changed," he commanded.

Lena stared at him incredulously. "What?" she asked.

He raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean, what? Get changed. We don't have all day."

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