“Darius, give it back!” she hissed, her cheeks flushed with anger—or maybe embarrassment. It was hard to tell with her.
Ignoring her protests, I flipped the folder open. My eyes scanned the contents quickly, and my stomach twisted when I saw what was inside. The contract. The f*****g contract between me and Charles Cartwright.
“Well, well,” I said, holding the paper up so she could see it. “Looks like you’ve been doing your homework. Care to explain why you’ve got this?”
Her lips pressed into a thin line, and she glared at me with those fiery eyes of hers. “It’s none of your business.”
I leaned in closer, so close I could feel her heartbeat pulsing in the air between us. She tried to turn her head away, but I caught her chin with my free hand, forcing her to look at me. “Oh, but it is
