Ryan's POV
My hands swept through the table, every single thing on it hitting the damn floor while I tried to think.
It wasn't clear to me why but seeing her leaning against Brian's hands had sparked off something within me that I knew I couldn't contain. I could feel the rage spilling through while I tried to come up with something to get her back.
The bell rang, and my secretary walked in, a poker look on his face.
“Yes?” I asked. I had changed every single stuff on my floor a few months back after finally getting a way out of the bargain.
Every single woman has repulsed me and although it has taken Dezreel a lot before she had agreed to let me go, including the death of her father, she had succumbed to it later on, but not without letting me know that she was going to rain hell
