EASTON's POV
‘‘What?’’ Chloe's eyes widened in panic as her eyes frantically darted to the entrance door.
‘‘Yeah…’’ I couldn't help but nervously run my fingers through my hair. ‘‘She still has the key to my place. I need to find a new place or change the locks immediately. Fuck! What are we going to do?’’
I had no idea what gave Rosie the impression that it was acceptable for her to show up whenever she wanted. This is my house and she never shared any amount to anything because she didn’t want to work. When she was with me, she never needed to worry about anything since I took care of her and gave everything to her.
‘‘I have an idea...’’ Chloe whispered something unexpectedly, but before I had a chance to ask her what was going through her head, I found her sitting on my lap, straddling my hips, with her arms now wrapped around my neck.
Shit! What the hell was she doing?
‘‘Chloe…’’ I found my voice raspy so I cleared my throat.