Chapter 7

Sienna

I stared at him. He was dressed down but still looked like a god. No, a devil. I raised a brow and he chuckled deeply. "Don't tell me you forgot that I don't give a fuck. But if I were you, I would have already stabbed their eyes out," he said nonchalantly.

I leaned back onto the fridge. Then I yawned as my heavy eyelids begged for sleep.

Eric looked across the room at at my broken tiara as I rubbed my eyes. "Don't worry about that, I will get another one," I said as I looked down at the broken jewellery.

"Your father has already gone," he informed me.

Fuck that man! That fucking bastard. So he left me here. He doesn't even fucking care, anyway, I thought.

"Well, I am leaving too," I said, sighing heavily as I rubbed my forehead. Then I started headed for the doorway but was stopped by Eric who immediately stepped in the way.

"Stay the night. I insist," he said, staring directly at me.