Sinclair’s brow furrowed. “Why the hell do you think that?” He asked.
“Mike told me, more than once.” She admitted, her voice barely louder than a whisper.
Sinclair rose from his seat, having heard more than enough. He migrated over to where Ella sat, kneeling down onto the floor of the car so he could look her in the eye. Is he going to touch me? Ella wondered anxiously. Why do I want to feel his hands on me so badly? She got her answer a moment later, when he took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, and titled her face up to his.”Your ex was a f*****g idiot.” He murmurs. “For more reason than one.”
Her heart sank, it hadn’t escaped her notice how many people had commented on her beauty that evening, or how proud Sinclair had seemed to have her on his arm. “Because I’m pretty
