“But, Anya, I...” he trailed off, unable to continue his words. Lincoln drew back and unwavering intent danced in his eyes as he looked me straight in the eye.
I don't need to know his answer because it was implied in his body gesture. So I gave each other distance, fixed my clothes, and went out of the car as I seethed.
“Anya—” Lincoln shouted from inside the limousine before I heard him open the door just as when I closed the other. “Anya, please. Baby, listen to my explanation first.”
I ran at the first sight my eyes had landed and I ignored Lincoln's constant yell of inhibition until I couldn't hear his voice anymore.
It was foolish of me to have believed that I could convince Lincoln to stop him with his secret deeds. From the look on his face, he wasn't willing to give it up. He
