●Gem●
I stood in front of the door for a long moment after he left.
The click of the lock still echoed in my ears. I wrapped my fingers around the handle and twisted it harder this time but it did not budge.
A heavy breath left my chest. Trying to get out was useless.
Slowly, I stepped back from the door and turned. The penthouse felt even bigger now that I was alone.
I walked into the living room, my footsteps almost swallowed by the thick rug beneath me. I moved toward the floor to ceiling windows and stopped right in front of them as I rubbed my arms.
It was a really beautiful view to look at but right now my anxiety was eating me up. I could bet that Harry was already planning how to get me back, how he would probably take me to a different club in a different city and if another man tried to buy me, he would overcharge them just to take me back again.
