She groaned but reluctantly pushed herself out of bed, still wearing nothing but a thin nightgown. She muttered curses under her breath, following me downstairs. But when I opened the door, her bravado disappeared. The man waiting outside, tall and broad-shouldered, with eyes that could freeze over hell, was staring straight at her. Nimfa, suddenly aware of how little she was wearing, crossed her arms over her chest. Her discomfort was clear.
“This is… unexpected,” I said, forcing a smile as I opened the door wider. “I wasn’t informed you’d be visiting today.”
The investor didn’t wait for an invitation. He stepped inside. His presence filled the room with an unsettling aura. “I didn’t need to inform you,” he retorted coldly, his eyes locking onto mine. “I’m here because you’re late, Ares. Far too late.”
My forced smile faltered. He had been patient for weeks now. But I knew that patience was running thin. The plutonium shipments were delayed. Everything had been complicated lately. Tabitha’s stubborn refusal to relinquish control had split my attention. And now it was catching up to me.