How was I supposed to work for a man that I had rolled around on the ground with? What hade over mest night? I could hardly me it on the alcohol. I’d only had one shot. It was like Alexander himself had drugged me with his dark eyes, muscr body, and sultry voice. But it went even deeper than his good looks. The sizzling chemistry between us made my legs tremble from just thinking about it.


    A knock on the door distracted me from my thoughts. Unsteadily, I stood, walked to the door, and opened it without looking through the peephole.


    That had been a mistake.


    Standing in the hallway was my ex–husband.


    His hair was tousled, and there were dark, purplish bruises under his eyes like he hadn’t slept at allst night. The wild look on his eyes made my stomach stiffen with fear.


    Before he could say anything, I tried to shut the door on him, but Ethan must have known I would try to close it. His hand shot out, and he thrust the door wide open. With his eyes boring into mine, he leaned forward until our faces were inches apart.


    My pulse quickened, and I froze with terror.


    “You’re going to want to speak with me, Olivia,” he murmured in a low, dangerous voice.


    *Olivia*


    A jolt of anxiety went down my spine, and I immediately went into


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    flight or fight mode. I put my hands on his bulky chest and tried to push him out of the doorway so that I would be able to close the door, but I would have had more sess with a brick wall.


    Ethan huffed out an annoyed breath like my terror was an inconvenience to him.


    I narrowed my eyes and hatred for my ex–husband flowed through me. My anger toward him was so strong that my hands shook and my teeth gritted.


    Ethan forced the door open and came into my hotel room like he owned the ce.


    My hands clenched into my fists, and I had to resist the urge to punch him. I didn’t want to give him an excuse to call the cops. But if he tried anything, all bets were off, and I was going to knee him in the balls and then scratch his eyes out. Because of my splitting headache, I wasn’t in the mood for his bullshit today.


    My throat became dry, so I went into the kitchen to get something to drink, but Ethan grabbed my hand and yanked me back to him.


    As my skin tingled with fear, I tried to rip my hand out of his strong gasp, but he was too strong. My anxiety increased as he tightened his hand. One of my biggest fears was being trapped, and Ehran was well aware of this. He was using this knowledge against me. “What the hell is your problem?” I demanded. “Why are you being so pushy?”


    Ethan’s expression softened, and he let go of my wrist. When he let go, my blood pulsed painfully back up my arm because he had cut off the blood flow to my hand


    I red at him as I rubbed my wrist.


    There was a tiny amount of regret in his eyes as he looked at me, but I


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    didn’t care. He shouldn’t have tried to restrain me in the first ce.


    Then, Ethan’s expression changed as he looked at my corbone. A suspicious frown crossed his face.


    My cheeks heated as I guessed what had caught his attention.


    A hickey I’d gotten as a souvenir fromst night.


    Even though I hadn’t been able to look in a mirror this morning yet, Alexander had been kissing my neck when we were lying under that oak treest night. I didn’t remember the exact moment when he could have left a mark on me, but it was definitely a possibility.


    Especially because of the way Ethan was seething with jealousy. His face was turning red, and I could practically see steaming out of his nose. But how could he have the audacity to be jealous? He was the one who had a mistress during our marriage.


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