Chapter 91

I wander out of the bedroom feeling refreshed, robed and a tad pink from my bath and DIY beauty treatments for the last hour. Figuring if I pampered the crap out of myself, I would both feel better physically, look a hell of a lot better, and it would drag my mind from the ever-obsessive head mess that is Alexi Carrero. I feel calmer, more focused and determined not to let that man have a long-term effect on me, yet I’m still sombre. Yawning, still exhausted, I wander into the almost silent surroundings and realise I am still not alone. She never left and is stretched out on the couch, watching low-volume Netflix while flicking through a magazine.

I sigh heavily and make a beeline for the open plan kitchen to ignore her and curse her for not fucking off when I made it clear that was what I wanted. I jump when her phone vibrates harshly across the glass coffee table, and she flashes a smile my way as our eyes connect when she goes to catch it. Spotting me and acting like she is