-MIA-
Three days later, I was on the bed, reading on my E-reader, when the front door slammed open like a battering ram.
And when I say slammed—I mean it. I was on the second floor, and the whole penthouse shuddered like it was made of tin.
Footsteps thundered across the wooden floor. Asher.
I knew it was coming. It was only a matter of time. So I stayed still and waited.
He filled the doorway, blue eyes blazing. Asher was a broad man, but today he seemed bigger than the frame itself.
He didn’t speak. Just stood there, breathing hard, eyes locked on mine.
"Hi," I said quietly. "Did something happen?"
I knew what happened. A sly ex with a blond bob and a tongue like honeyed venom happened.
"That’s my question for you, Mia," he said, voice low and ragged, each word dragged from some
