Ava slammed Ethan’s penthouse door shut behind her, her pulse hammering so hard she thought her ribs might c***k. She hadn’t planned to come here. In fact, she’d sworn to herself she wouldn’t. But after the boardroom disaster, after the entire company had seen him stake his claim on her like a prize…she needed answers.
Ethan was already there, loosening his tie, pouring himself a drink like nothing had happened. His calm infuriated her.
“You humiliated me,” she said, her voice trembling with rage.
He didn’t turn. He swirled the glass, the ice clinking. “I saved you.”
“You made me look like your mistress!”
That got his attention. He set the glass down and faced her, eyes sharp and unyielding. “You think I care what they call you?”
Her chest heaved. “I care, Ethan. I care because unlik
