Abigail
"I'm not staying at your penthouse, Finnegan. I have my own apartment with Annette," I argued as James pulled the car up in front of his penthouse, arms crossed stubbornly over my chest.
Yeah, like that would do anything.
Finnegan simply narrowed his eyes at me, gave me that intense don't test me look, slid out of the vehicle, and held the door open.
"Abby, we don't exactly have much of a choice," Annette muttered, climbing out of the car on my left when James held the door for her.
"Don't take his side," I gasped, glaring at my best friend. "It's not like Gavin could waltz into our apartment and slice our heads off."
Annette's face went even paler, and I felt like shit. Maybe I shouldn't have said that.
"Gee, thanks, Abby, for the visual nightmare. However could I repay you?" Her voice dripped with a bit of sarcasm.
"Sorry," I mumbled.
But seriously, moving in with Finn?
