Page 15 of Arrogant Playboy

“You know it’s not fucking little,” I call out to her.

Rosie stills for a second before opening the door, “Do I? It was hard to tell in the dark.” With that barb, she walks out of my office and slams the door behind her.

Fuck that woman is making me crazy.

I need an emergency Paradise Club session so I grab my jacket and phone.

Delphine opens the door to my office and walks in. “What was that all about?”

“Nothing, just a misunderstanding,” I tell her.

“Over the art piece you sent to her?” Delphine questions me.

“Yes. Something’s come up, I’ll be gone a couple of hours,” I tell her.

She frowns. “Are you sure everything is okay?”

“I’m fine. Just personal stuff, it has nothing to do with Miss Hunt,” I tell her as I head out of my office, giving her a wave as I do.

7

DANIEL

I’ve headed to Alex and Ivy’s Kensington apartment for dinner tonight. Apparently, Ivy still has her Chelsea home as it’s walking distance to her office, but Alex’s penthouse apartment is bigger for these dinners, so we have them here. It will be the first time I’ve seen the crew in a while.

“You made it,” Alex greets me warmly as I arrive with a bottle of red in my hand. He hugs me tightly and ushers me in. The smells of the chef’s cooking assault my senses and I suddenly feel ravenous. “How have you been, mate?” he asks, taking the bottle of wine from me.

“Busy, you know how it is,” I tell him.

“Well, it’s good that you’ve been able to fit us in, the gang is all here,” he says warmly.

“Danny boy,” Alistair calls out as he raises his red wine glass in the air. His beautiful girlfriend, Eloise, does the same.

“We thought you were dead,” Jasper adds dramatically as he slaps me on the back, and Lauren greets me with a kiss.

“Come on, it hasn’t been that long,” I moan as I take a seat in the living room with everyone.

“It’s been months,” Alex says, placing a glass of red wine in front of me. I give him a nod of thanks.

“How’s your brother?” Alistair asks.

“He’s going well, think we are coming out the other side. He’s painting again, everything seems to be on track for New York?” I tell him.

“That’s good. What about that asshole Yves and the shit that happened in Monaco?”

I shake my head. “Nothing, no security cameras of the event, they only captured before and after.”

“Slippery little fucker,” Alistair adds.

“He is,” I agree as I take a sip of my wine.

“How’s everything else going? Work? Life?” Alex asks.

“All good,” I answer, taking a large gulp of red wine.

“I heard you sent one of my designers an expensive art piece,” Ivy says, walking into the dining room after checking in the kitchen. The room falls silent at her remark.

“Yeah, Rosie said she loved the piece so I thought it would be a great way to advertise the gallery if she hung it up in her office,” I answer, taking another large gulp of wine.

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