JAMIE'S POV
The leather chair beneath me feels like a cage. My knuckles white, as they grip the edge of my desk until I can feel the wood bite into my palms.
My wrist still burns where that bastard Matteo had grabbed me earlier at the hospital.
Stepping like the f*****g guard dog he is, blocking me from Aria… it’s been playing on repeat in my head.
I was so close to her. To my girl. And he shut me down like I was nothing.
Now, the humiliation is morphing into rage.
“…and who is this mystery woman with Noah King? The pair looked incredibly cozy at the recent gala. Sources say this isn’t just another fling.”
A shrill, cheerful voice chirps from the wall-mounted screen.
I blink, my gaze snapping up to the television.
"Let’s take a look at the mysterious lady." the entertainment jour
