“Answer me, Allison,” Dontrell’s voice was low, edged with a warning, his gaze locked onto mine like a predator closing in. “Who the f**k was that calling you, and why are you ignoring their calls?”
My throat felt dry. I swallowed, trying to keep my expression neutral, but his fingers on my thigh tightened. He wasn’t just waiting for an answer—he was demanding one. The air in his office suddenly felt heavier.
I let out a small, calculated sigh, reaching for my phone with feigned annoyance. Shaking my head, I set it down beside me, like the call had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience. He was watching me too closely, dissecting every flicker of emotion on my face. I couldn’t crack.
“It’s the delivery guy for the heels I ordered,” I lied smoothly, slipping my phone back onto the
