Frank's POV
"Can you stop harassing me? You're so annoying!"
Ruth's shrill voice cut through my brain like a cymbal, slicing the fog of my mind. I stared into my phone as her words ran in my mind. The line had gone dead a whole minute ago, but I was unable to make myself hang up the phone.
Annoying.
She'd called me annoying. Me.
The irony wasn't lost on me. Women had always thrown themselves at me, their eyes lighting up whenever I entered the room, their voices dripping with eagerness to please. But Ruth? No, Ruth had to be the exception, didn't she?
I set my glass down with a bit more force than intended, the amber liquid sloshing against the sides. Soft music played behind me in my club, doing little to assuage the storm building inside my gut. Rich leather from the couch I sprawl
