I stormed out of the office, heels clinking against the tiled floor.
Rage simmering in me.
Why now?
How dare he think he could show up at my workplace? After years of publicly avoiding anything that concerned me?
Why is he hell bent on ruining me?
My fists tightened by my side as I rushed outside the company building.
There he was.
Sitting straight in his car. Eyes avoiding my gaze.
"Miss Frost." His chauffeur opened the door.
I paused. Thoughts torn between getting in his car or not.
But the moment I tilted my head to see the tiny faces of my coworkers watching from the office window, I climbed into his car.
Silence enveloping us as the chauffeur drove away.
"Why the f**k are you here?" I roared, unable to contain my anger.
"Watch your tongue."
"Don't f*****g tell me what to
