"...Sorry." Ethan Lockwood backed away in a panic, putting distance between himself and the woman in front of him.
"Piss off!" The man waved him away, already fighting the urge to punch him. "There's no one named fucking Shaw here! Go on, get the hell back to wherever you crawled out from!"
"..."
Ethan Lockwood said nothing. He looked at the ferocious man, then glanced out of the corner of his eye at the woman beside him, who was wrapped in nothing but a bath towel.
The two of them were barely dressed—it was obvious what they were doing. 'How could Charlotte Shaw possibly be eating hot pot in this room?'
Ethan Lockwood didn't need a second thought to know he'd been had.
"Fuck..." He ground out the curse, turning and storming away from the door.
"Hey, who the fuck do you think you're cursing at?!" The man heard the expletive and immediately chased after him.
