Chapter 60 Having No Idea
- Hugo’s POV
- “Fuck.” I jab my thumb against the screen and throw the phone onto the couch. Like a caged tiger, I pad the length of my penthouse, having no idea on what to do. It’s been three fucking days, and I haven’t heard anything from Azalea. To make it all worse, she’s not even answering her damn phone. I’ve probably heard her voicemail more than a hundred times now.
- Three days!