Mellisa’s POV
“b***h! What are you doing here dressed like you own the show? Are you trying to sell yourself for funding?” Tony’s voice cut through the buzz of the hall, sharp and embarrassing the moment after I refused going to him when he said he needed to talk to me. Before I could even process it, his hand shot out and grabbed my arm for the second time.
For a split second, my mind went blank. My body froze, but my tongue didn’t. “Bastard! Let go of me!” I snapped, jerking my arm, but his grip only tightened this time.
My pulse hammered under his hold as his fingers pressed against my skin with that same old dominance he used to show off when we were still together—the kind that used to shut me up. But you know, not anymore as I wasn’t that woman anymore.
Just as I was about to pus
