Chapter 67

I look up from my seat at the bar, where I’m sorting through receipts as the group of men walk past. Alexi is deep in conversation with Santagato amid them, and I try to blank them completely. Still pissed as hell and overly prickly from earlier. He pauses as they come level and looks at me coldly, pulling my eyes to his with the power of that stare, and I curse myself for the tingles that spread across my body like wildfire. Averting my gaze as quickly and trying to zone him out.

“Walters?” He barks it, prickish tone and bossy shithead demeanour fully engaged, and I slowly lift my head deliberately to hide the fact I’m hating on him, and he is not exactly helping the situation.

“What, Mr Carrero.” I ooze hostile charm and sarcasm as I glare at his smug bastard face, and his eyebrow twitches slightly. I think he has finally realised I’m so livid I’m beyond furious, and maybe he is too convincing.

It’s not a game for me. It’s not an act. I’m genuinely wounded; I cou