Zion was fuming. Out of all the time it was now! He couldn’t catch a f*****g break. What was next?
The first thing to hit him was her smell and then it toppled him like a wave. He knew it the very moment he felt it. He had to fight to breathe. But this was different. This was more than different and could not in any way compare to the first.
He ran a hand over his light beard in frustration and his other hand found the edge of the coffee table as his rage surged. The more he saw her face the angrier he got. He violently threw the table across the room watching it splinter into pieces against the wall. The books and small vase went with it shattering and flying everywhere.
By the time he was finished, the office was a mess, broken furniture and shattered glass lying everywhere. He wan
