Page 84 of Love Bites

Then, I abandoned my jeans on the floor and curled up in bed with my tablet. Throwing my anger into the reading, I pulled up the information the assistants had sent me about my jobs. I started with the activities one, because I already had those pool requests.

It was a basic instruction book, so I ended up emailing back and forth with them to figure out how security worked, what was allowed, and what wasn’t.

It wasdinner time when I finally felt like I had a small understanding of what I was allowed to schedule and what I should turn down.

The assistants added me to the activity calendar before they quit for the day, so I scrolled through the massive list of requests.

Damian was clearly overwhelmed with all the work he had done, because some of them were more than a month old. They hadn’t been rejected—they just hadn’t been accepted either.

Considering that he had things to do with financial and security impacts, it didn’t surprise me that the activities had been at the bottom of his priority list. That was exactly what he should’ve done.

But it couldn’t be ignored indefinitely.

My eyes blurred by the time I finished going through the list. I had to double-check the existing schedule and the rules I’d scrawled out every time I got to a new request. When I had to turn something down, I made sure to add feedback explaining why it wasn’t allowed or that it overlapped with something else that had been planned first.

I was positive I’d piss some people off in the process, but I’d figure it out as I went. And given who my mate was, I couldn’t see anyone in the Manor having the balls to attack me for rejecting their activity.

It was nearly midnight when Damian tried to unlock the door leading into the stairwell. My lock prevented it from opening more than a fraction of an inch.

He pushed against it a few times, before my phone rang.

I sent it to voicemail.

He called again.

I sent it to voicemail again.

My anger had faded, but I wasn’t letting that bastard in without a sincere and meaningful apology.

He tried to open the door a few more times—then sent me a text.

Damian

Let me in

Me

No.

If you can threaten to lock me in our room, I can damn well lock you out of it.

Damian

I shouldn’t have threatened that

Let me in so we can talk

Me

There’s nothing to talk about.

Damian

Have you eaten dinner?

I hadn’t.

I hadn’t had lunch, either.

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