DAXTON

That bastard's scent still clung to her skin, stirring up the rage flaring in my chest. Gods, it felt as though I was silently choking.

"You lied to me," I bit out, my stomach churning with revulsion at the memory of the photo that had just been sent to me. A part of me had known that she would go behind my back to the event, I just didn't know why.

Therefore, I had her followed. And I hated that my fear was confirmed the instant the photo was sent to me. Adam gazing at my ...