Inside the hotel, Ayla waited, sipping the wine as her eyes roamed around, waiting for Malik.
Sighing, she lowered her eyes to the table.
She hadn't said enough to bruise his ego so early, so why was he taking so long in the restroom? Or did she really overdue it?
Men like Silas really did have fragile egos but the biggest egos.
Exhaling heavily, she reached for the nearly empty bottle, attempting to pour herself the last of it when a hand reached out to snatch it away.
"It's good you're here. I want another bottle. Maybe whiskey or something stronger. What do you recommend?" The question was already out of her mouth before she raised her eyes and froze at the sight of the man.
Attempting to sit up properly, her body betrayed her and she swayed forward, barely gripping the table on time to protect her jaw from slamming into it.
Forcefully prying her eyes open, she forced on a smiling, "M-Mr. Hale?"
Ezra's gaze landed on her flushed cheeks and droopy eyes.
