The air in the master suite crackled with the static of a dying marriage. Xavier Grayson’s hand tightened around Chloe Bishop’s throat, his veins standing out like cords. On the surface, the "Demon CEO" was in a towering rage, yet beneath the lethal posturing, his grip lacked its usual crushing force. He was a man drowning in a storm of his own making, lashing out at the only anchor in sight.
Chloe didn't flinch. She met his turbulent gaze with a faint, mocking curve of her lips—a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "I agree with you, and you’re unhappy. I disagree, and you’re still unhappy," she said, her voice a dry whisper. "How exactly am I supposed to answer you, Xavier?"
Xavier’s face was a mask of thunder. Her lack of reaction to his kiss—and her casual suggestion that he find anoth
