Glamour's POV
Each time I start to think about working with making him fall for me by acting all nice to him, he always gives me a reason why that can never be the case.
Looking at my reflection now in the bathroom mirror I was stunned beyond words and I couldn't help the wrenching screeching that left my lips.
He could have told me while we were in the fucking car before asking me to get down.
Now I know why I was getting weird stares from the hotel staff.
I grabbed the bar soap I found and started to walk on washing the make up off my face but my mind was just filled with how I'm going to make sure he suffers so much before I finally kill him.
And just when I thought about killing him, I couldn't help but remember my shotgun and that made my hand freeze completely with soapy foam covering most of my face.
"Shit," I yelled and quickly splash water on my face before opening my eyes.
