CHAPTER 17

FRANKIE

I hear something like a knock on my door and sit up, rubbing my sleepy eyes.

There is a second knock which makes me huff in annoyance. I don’t know who would be knocking on my door this late.

Room service? No. I didn’t order for anything so the question is who could it be?

The person on the other side doesn’t know anything about patience because they knock the third time making me scurry out of bed and walk to the door seething with anger.

I open the door angrily and come face to face with a fuming Trey. His eyes are still beautiful but you can’t miss the anger in them.

Why is he this angry?

Oh yeah!

I know why so no need for rhetorical questions.

“What are you doing here?” I ask walking back into the room.

“What do I look like I’m doing here?” he asks walking in and slamming the door angrily. This is another level of mad.

“How did you find me?”

“What the hell is wrong with you Frankie?” he tosses the bag into the closet and approaches me, clenching his jaw.

Holy crap!

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