The sound echoed through the penthouse like the beat of a war drum.
Thud. c***k. Thud. c***k.
Emily woke with a start, her hand flying to the empty space beside her in the massive bed. The sheets were cold. Ethan was gone.
She threw on her robe, the silk cool against her skin, and followed the noise. It led her past the kitchen, past the library, to a set of double doors she hadn't opened yet.
She pushed them ajar and stopped, her breath catching in her throat.
It was a private gym, but it looked more like a t*****e chamber designed by a luxury architect. Chrome weights gleamed under harsh industrial lighting. And in the center of the room, Ethan Carter was destroying a heavy bag.
He was shirtless, his skin slick with sweat that made his tattoos glisten. Every muscle in his back ripp
