Chapter 22

Alexi frowns, sighs heavily and sits for a moment, regarding me as though torn about what he should tell me. I can never tell with his facial expressions, to be honest. Either that or wondering why I walk around his apartment in see-through black lace scraps of satin lingerie when he’s not allowed to touch.

It could be he’s annoyed that he has to explain himself to me or justify his business actions, but he seems to know better than to deny me right now. I move beside him and sit down, eyeing him up accusingly and seeing him relent as he catches my stubborn brow lift. A sign I’m going nowhere without answers.

He sighs heavily. His frustration is evident.

“I set it up… it had a purpose. It’s a need to know.” He shrugs it off and picks up his cell from the table, swiping the screen, and I get annoyed, yank it out of his fingers and slam it down on the leather couch impulsively. Exasperated with the return of King Carrero’s attitude, I swear he has more personality ch