"I am in front of your door," Aaron said softly on the phone. "I wanted to surprise you."
For a second my brain refused to process what he had just said.
Heat rushed straight to my stomach.
Aaron… was outside.
Outside my door.
And Victor was standing right in front of me.
My eyes snapped to Victor, panic flooding through my veins.
"Victor," I whispered urgently, grabbing the front of his suit jacket, my fingers clutching the expensive fabric like it was the only thing holding my world together. "You need to hide. Aaron is here. He might see you."
Victor looked down at my hand on his chest.
He didn't look worried.
He didn't look panicked.
If anything… he looked amused.
Slowly, almost lazily, he pried my fingers off his shirt.
His lips curved into that infuriating smirk.
"The house is yours," he said calmly. "Let me know when you move in."
My stomach twisted.
"And again," he added, already walking toward the door, "you have until tonight to vacate this apartment."
