Chapter 120: Go Home, Penny

Roman “Oops.” Her voice was soft, but the way she said it made my jaw tick. She didn’t even bother to look guilty. She just tilted her glass, swirling the red wine like she owned the place. Her fork had clattered against the porcelain plate while I was speaking with Savannah. A perfect little staged accident. I gripped the phone tighter in my hand and turned slowly, my patience already thinning. “Really, Penny?” She was leaning lazily against the marble counter, fork still dangling between her fingers, eyes glittering with the kind of mischief that could start a war. “Sorry,” she said, utterly unapologetic. “It just slipped.” “That was intentional. You wanted her to know you were at my place.” My gaze swept over her, taking in the faint smirk playing on her lips. “That’s pretty low, even for you, Penny.” She took a slow sip from her glass of red wine, her gaze never leaving mine. “It’s not my fault you’re sneaking around behind your lady friend’s back.” “Lady friend?” I scoffed. “She’s