Ashley’s POV
The cab finally pulled up in front of the fashion house, and I barely caught my breath before rushing inside. I was late, and the thought of Steven's reaction made my heart pound harder.
A woman near the entrance spotted me instantly. “Are you Miss Ashley Green?”
“Yes, that’s me,” I panted, trying to compose myself.
She nodded. “You’re expected on the fourth floor.”
I muttered a quick thank you and hurried to the elevator. My palms were clammy as I rode up, my heart racing with dread.
When the doors opened, there he was: Steven, seated on a leather couch, looking calm but with a dangerous edge. Liam stood beside him. Steven glanced at his watch, raising a single eyebrow as he met my gaze.
“Right on time,” he said flatly, his voice slicing through the air like a knife.
