Chapter 22. Not the Type to Forget

I was utterly exhausted as I walked through the front door, yearning for a long, soothing shower and a night of uninterrupted sleep. However, it seemed that fate had other plans for me. As I entered the living room, there sat Kian on the couch, his legs crossed and a deep frown etched on his handsome face. The last thing I needed right now was a confrontation.

"Do you take secret joy in flouting my orders?" Kian's voice was laced with irritation as he spoke, his gaze fixed on me.

I pursed my lips, summoning every ounce of patience within me. "If I recall correctly, I once told you to take your goddamned orders and shove them up your arse. Does that answer your question?"

The frown on his face deepened, and frustration simmered in his eyes. "I specifically asked you to dress up and be ready by five. Imagine my surprise when I arrived here at four thirty, only to find an empty house!"

"Kian, can we please save this argument for another day? I'm really tired, and I'm j