Seraphina's POV
Seriously?
If you've got a private matter, then why the hell are you calling a woman to your room at night?
There I was, getting grilled for meeting my so-called boyfriend, while he was busy being all cozy and casual with some woman in the middle of the night.
What if I hadn't been here? What would he have done then?
"There," Lucien said, pointing at the small table near the corner. "That's the file. Take it and scram."
His voice was no longer deep and seductive, but cold and dangerous.
The woman flinched like she wasn't expecting that tone from him… and instantly did as she was told.
She picked up the file and walked out without another word.
I stared at the door for a second.
What the hell was that?
This man made zero sense.
One second, he's whispering in my ear like we're in some steamy drama, the next he's kicking women out like they're paperweights.
I turned to him, raising my brow.
