Chapter 15

After four weeks of overseeing refurbishments, my mood isn’t exactly improving where Carrero is concerned. In a month, I have learned nothing of value about him, not managed to get under that mask of indifference or become anything more than an annoying voice in his day.

He comes and sometimes goes, with another bimbo in tow, and I am sick to death of hearing the women wailing like banshees through sex anytime he stays over. I never opted for a roommate who had a sex drive of a serial screwer, and I sure as hell don’t want to fall into bed every night and listen to some slapper getting off with him when I am tired and pissed off.

I’m frustrated with the lay of the land, which is not what I thought it would be. He’s infuriating and cold, bossy as shit and utterly devoid of any normal human emotion. He has all the upper hand, and I’m nothing more than a glorified concierge in the making.

Our relationship is strained to say the least, and we are no more “friends” than