Ashton’s tone was polite, yet it carried the weight of authority, like an order from a superior. I knew he wasn’t calling me over for work-related matters.

Just yesterday, he had questioned me about the flowers a young man sent to me, and now he had witnessed something else. Was he going to interrogate me again?

At that moment, I realized that having a boyfriend was like inviting trouble into my life. If I hadn’t been involved with Ashton, I could have brushed off Kian’s ...