Angel’s presence had changed everything. From the moment she stepped into the mansion, Conley’s attention shifted, leaving me to navigate the tension in silence. The morning had been an electric blur of secret glances, stolen touches, and unspoken ownership. But now… now, he seemed absorbed in Angel, his eyes lighting up for her in a way that left me simmering with jealousy and desire.
I sat in the office, straight-backed, pen poised over the board reports, but my mind wasn’t on the numbers. It was on him—the way his gaze had followed Angel across the room, the subtle tilt of his head when she laughed, the warmth in his voice when he addressed her. My pulse raced, skin tingling with frustration and longing.
I wasn’t supposed to feel this way. I was his, claimed and devoted. And yet, the
