A Proposition

What the fuck is this doing here? Why does he have a feminine face wash in his bathroom?! Of course! Isabella! I thought he said only he has access to his suite. Growling, I toss the face wash somewhere and storm out of the room. I'm angry and I dare not think why. My head felt like it was exploding but I just told myself to calm down and not overreact.

My nose caught something delicious as I entered the kitchen and found a simple breakfast already waiting for me, Dace sitting at the other end of the table going through his phone, an empty place right on the table in front of him.

I stared daggers at him, inhaling sharply and taking my seat. I grabbed the fork and poked the pancake, simply practicing my aim if I chose to hit him with it. I took a hard bite chewing loudly also but he remained glued to his phone, so I broke the ice.