CLICK!
The door slammed behind us like a judge's gavel, echoing through the eerily pristine room. Probably bulletproof, soundproof, and definitely joy-proof.
I didn't even flinch. My brain was still spiraling from the revelation.
He had a daughter.
A daughter.
A whole child.
Was she the result of a one-night stand? A blackout mistake? A tragic "we were on a break" scenario?
I was so deep in mental theorizing that I walked smack into a wall.
Correction: into Salvo's chest. Again.
"Oww...." I groaned, rubbing my forehead like it owed me an apology.
Seriously...is his body made of granite or just concentrated gym trauma?
"What are you muttering?" he said coolly, as though my nose hadn't just been flattened against his muscular brickwork.
"N-nothing, sir," I stammered. "Just... I was... I was just wondering... I mean... you never told me you had a daughter ."
Silence.
The man just stared at me, his gaze so sharp I felt like my confidence was getting diced into sashimi.
