Styling the billionaire
"That fucker…"
Amy hissed but not before apologizing for being rude and barging into Ace's room unannounced. She closed the door gently before working down the hall to check on the two other doors but they were locked.
Which meant, Araceli's room could only be amongst the first two, she opened the second door to find Araceli smiling at her cunningly while lying on her bed swinging her leg back and forth like an excited kid waiting for a Christmas present.
"Oh you are worse than the devil himself," Amy exaggerated, narrowing her eyes at her which only made Rachel laugh more.