"That bag I promised you? Forget it."
"And don't bother coming around again."
The girl's smugness crumbled. Her face went white. She let out a bitter scoff and deliberately shouldered past me on her way out.
After she was gone, the room held only the two of us.
Max stood there, shirtless, and slowly moved toward me. A small sigh escaped through his nose.
"Babe, don't be mad."
He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"That girl just now, I met her at a bar not long ago. She wouldn't leave me alone, so I brought her here to teach her a lesson."
I stared at him, genuinely stunned. Part of me wanted to applaud the sheer audacity.
I couldn't fathom how his mouth could open and close and produce words that shameless.
He buried his face against my waist the way he always did, nuzzling into me like a spoiled child.
As if this were nothing more than one of our little spats.
"Max."
"You just finished sleeping with me, and the second I walked out the door, you brought another girl back to this hotel."
The stale, musky smell hanging in the air hit me all at once.
Nausea surged through my stomach. I shoved him off me, hard.