**Megan’s POV**

“What the fuck did he say to you?” Alexander’s voice was a low growl, his eyes burning into mine, the phone still clenched in his fist.

His body loomed over me, so close I could feel the heat rolling off him, his cologne mixing with the sharp edge of his anger.

My heart pounded, my knees weak from Richard’s call and now this, Alexander’s fury pinning me in place.

“Nothing,” I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. I tried to pull my wrist free, but his grip ...