I refused, my tone distant. “Thank you, but no.”
He was persistent. When I didn’t get in, he drove slowly alongside me.
“It’s hard to get a cab here. Just get in.”
Staring at the seemingly endless road ahead, I finally gave in.
Once in the car, I gave him the address.
His brow furrowed slightly. Why you staying at The Azure Pointe?”
“I don’t like it.”
The Azure Pointe was the luxury condo he’d given me in the divorce settlement. He didn’t know I had already sold it,
Donovan’s eyes darkened for a moment, but he didn’t press further.
When we arrived, I got out, and Donovan got out too.
He took my suitcase from the trunk, showing no intention of handing it over.”
“I can manage on my own.”
I reached for the suitcase, but he held it fast.
“Let’s go.
He glanced around at the modest apartment building. “Are you having financial trouble?” This place was a significant downgrade from The Azure Pointe.
“No.”
He walked straight towards the entrance, suitcase in tow. “Which building? What floor?” Donovan was always stubborn. Once he set his mind on something, no one could
I stopped resisting and silently led the way.
We took the elevator up.
h
change it.
Standing at my apartment door, I took the suitcase from him. “Thank you. It’s not a good time today, so I won’t invite you
in.”
“Wait.”
I turned back.
“These past few years… have you been okay?”
I stared into his sincere eyes, a wave of disorientation washing over me.
I couldn’t recall him ever speaking to me in that tone before.
Just as I was about to answer, the door swung open from the inside.
A tall, handsome man appeared before us without warning.
Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, a lean, powerful frame that radiated raw charisma.
He wrapped a long arm around my waist, pulling me into his embrace. “What took you so long, hmm?”
Then he leaned in to kiss me.
The moment his lips touched mine, Donovan’s furious voice erupted behind us.
“What the hell are you doing!”
But the man didn’t stop. He deepened the kiss, then slowly pulled back, his arm still tight around me as he looked at
Donovan.
His words, however, were for me, a low, teasing drawl. “I’m gone for how long, and you’ve already found a replacement? You’re such a handful.”
I pushed against his chest, but he was solid as a rock.
I had no choice but to look at Donovan. “Whatever it is, we can talk about it next time,”
Donovan’s hands were clenched into fists at his sides, his lips a thin, hard line.
It was the precursor to his rage.
But before he could explode, I was pulled inside,
