Sandra's POV
"You are going to bring unwanted attention to us. It doesn't make any sense." Rocco spoke through the phone seething.
I rubbed his back and he shoved me away. I almost fell but held onto the side of his chair.
I couldn't make out what the other person was saying but it made him look even more angry.
"We are working on this together. You can't make major calls like that without me. Now I would try and clean your mess but not again."
Rocco cut the call and dropped it on the desk. He threw me a glare. "You should keep your hands to yourself in these kinds of situations, Sandra."
"I'm your woman, you can't keep treating me like one of the girls from your strip club."
He rolled his eyes and took a huge gulp of his drink. "You're not far from them. You wanted more so you left Charles. I know you're not sated with me now. Anything that would give you more, you'll jump at it."
