MAXWELL’S POV
"Investments," Andrea repeated, the word sounding wet and choked while she pressed her back harder against the elevator doors as if she could melt through the steel and escape me.
"Is that all I am? An investment? Yesterday I was your fiancée. Tonight on the dance floor, you said I was incredible. Now I'm just a line item in a spreadsheet?"
"You are whatever you signed up to be," I said, my voice hard. "And right now, you are a liability. You are trying to breach a contract that is barely twenty-four hours old."
Stepping back to give her a foot of space without taking my eyes off her, the anger was still boiling in my chest, hot and acidic. Trusting her had been a mistake, because for the first time in years, letting my guard down to dance with her, unzip her dress, and a
