Chapter 54

“Move.” Alexi pushes me forward across the parking lot aggressively, still glaring at me from the argument we had on the jet here, and I am still sulking about being dumped in my idea of Stepford Wife hell.

I haven’t slept, I look like death, and my entourage of cases is being packed into the cars parked and waiting for us by Alexi’s black suits.

“Stop pushing me. I am walking in four-inch heels and have a maximum speed setting.” I snap at him as I get another prod in my spine. He’s been an arsey one since we got on the plane. Moody for him, not that it’s that blatantly obvious as he has one facial setting even on a good day, but it’s in all the minor tones and tiny facial changes, veiled mannerisms and the colour of his eyes that you see what he’s feeling. You have to look very hard and study his face endlessly; otherwise, you would miss it at all.

I realise it must be something I have done over the months. Stare at him and watch him because I can tell he’s pissed