Jaden’s fist slammed into the wall with enough force to c***k the paint. The rage inside him roared, threatening to consume everything in its path. He hadn't even realized he'd made it down the stairs, his every step fueled by fury. His thoughts spiraled out of control, colliding with one another in a frenzy of emotions he couldn’t suppress.
Why the hell did it matter? Why did it sting, knowing she’d gone out, met someone else? It was a damn contract, nothing more. Anna wasn’t his. She had her life, her secrets. And he had his own. So why did the thought of her with someone else make his chest tighten, his muscles tense with barely controlled violence?
Jaden couldn’t shake it. The thought of her in that restaurant, laughing, talking to someone else.
He cursed under his breath, his hand
