Ethan’s POV
The scent of her fear was always sweeter when it was mixed with the expensive French perfume I had chosen for her.
I kept my hand locked flat against her left hip as I navigated her through the marble foyer of the estate, ignoring the heavy click of the grand double doors as the security detail locked the world out behind us. Moore stumbled slightly beside me, her breath hitching in her throat, her small, ruined feet clearly giving out after hours of standing in those ridiculous heels.
I didn't slow my pace. I simply tightened my grip, lifting her slightly so she had no choice but to keep up with my stride as I dragged her toward the master suite.
My blood was still boiling from the gala.
The entire evening had been an exercise in absolute irritation. I had watched the wa
