His wild eyes flicked from Dex to the woman still standing far too close to his husband.
“Get out,” he told Elena coldly. “I want to talk to my husband. Alone.”
The word ‘husband’ ticked Elena in a way she didn't like. Pure fury flashed across her face before she could mask her expression. It took every ounce of her self-control not to glare daggers at the psychotic Virelli heir.
Husband.
As if that word meant anything real, as if this spoiled, unstable brat had any right to Dex.
She didn’t want to test him, though. Not when he looked like he could pull the trigger of the gun in his hand at any moment. She even felt sorry for Dex, how could her boss agree to get married to someone like that?
Elena knew Dex wasn't a man who could be forced to do anything, especially when it came to m
