Ramirez Gonzales.
"You look like a jealous man, Ramirez Gonzales. I know that look." Victor Prodigal leans back into his chair.
My eyes narrow, flickering to his shirt. A couple of buttons are undone, and his cuffs hang loose, the links missing. My mind calculates the details. Was he unravelling Ariel before I arrived? Ariel is stunning—any man with working eyes would notice that. It’d be idiotic not to consider the possibility. But deep down, I don’t believe anything happened. Not yet, at least.
Still, I’ve already made mistakes today. Locking her in the house ruined her chance at the job, and maybe—just maybe—this was her way of trying to salvage it. We’re on the brink of splitting up, after all. She doesn’t owe me loyalty anymore, not when I’ve pushed her so far away. But none of th
