CHAPTER 53

I stepped out of the bathroom and dried my wet hair with a small towel. Slipping on my shorts and a bralette that I picked from my dresser, I sat in front of the small desk in the room and reached for the blow dryer in one of the desk drawers and just immediately as I reached for my hair to start the drying process, a hard knock came on my door, interrupting me. I rolled my eyes, knowing too well who it was that wouldn't let me have a moment's peace. "What do you want, Connor?" I plugged in the blow dryer, not attempting to get up from my sitting position and get to the door. "I want to have a word with you." He replied, sounding bored. "You can say it. I'll listen." "What's that for? Come get the door already." He sounded almost pissed and impatient. "No." "Kenzie!" There was a warning in his voice. "No," I smirked, enjoying his frustration. "I swear I am going to barge in." The door was locked asshole. "Suit yourself." "I'm coming in." I rolled my eyes and lifted the drye