Chapter seven

I'd admit it. I'm lost. Literally.

I have no idea where my whereabouts are, I'm in this urban neighborhood of New York. I groan in frustration, if I hadn't had gone out in the first place, maybe I wouldn't be lost! I was so stupid.

Walking around in circles through the same streets were not helping. I read one of the street signs, "Chambers street," I was in city hall! How long did I seriously walk for? The apartment to city hall was such a long walk, about almost two hours!

After hours of asking a whole bunch of people how to get the directions back to the penthouse, I was already aimlessly tired and my whole body was about to literally collapse. And once I made my way into the penthouse, Alexander stood in front of the doorway. "Where the hell were you?" His stern voice shook me awake a bit and I flinched at the sound of his tone.

I rub my eyes tiredly and stare at him wearily, "Uh...outside?" Even my voice sounded unsure as my response didn't sound convincing at all.

He looked pissed as hell, but why did he care? He was with a woman a few hours ago.

"Four eight hours? Yeah right," He scoffs unconvinced, "Now tell me where the hell you were,"

I frown, "Your not my father, I don't need to tell you anything," I cross my arms defyingly.

He shakes his head, "I'm your fiancé, aren't I?" He challenges me. I groan and push him out of the way and into my new room, ignoring his calls whiling slamming the bed room door shut, locking it. Too tired to do anything, I jump onto the bed and as soon as my face hits the pillow, I fall into deep sleep.