Maya’s POV
The color drained from my face.
Not again.
Please… not again.
The amber whiskey slowly spread across the front of Aidan’s crisp white shirt before dripping onto the polished wooden floor. My fingers tightened around the bottle until they hurt, and for a moment I couldn’t even breathe. All I could see was the broken bottle of Cheval Blanc from a few days ago, Vanessa’s furious face, the sting of her slap across my cheek, and the humiliation of kneeling on the floor while everyone watched me. My heart began to race so violently that it felt as though it would burst out of my chest.
“I’m… I’m so sorry, sir,” I stammered, my voice trembling. “It was an accident. I swear I didn’t mean to.”
Without waiting for him to respond, I hurriedly picked up the folded linen napkin from th
