Chapter 72

• Aria
• I’m so fucking pissed. That bald asshole is still sitting there, staring at me like a damn fool. My blood is boiling as I snatch my nightgown from the chair and pull it on, practically vibrating with anger.
• Then, as if he hasn’t already overstayed his welcome, the idiot has the nerve to get up and walk toward me. I see his hand reaching out like I’m gonna let him touch me. Yeah, right. My body moves before my brain even catches up, and I kick him right in the balls. Hard.