Lovia’s POV

The sleek black car purred to a stop outside Marco’s glass tower, its mirrored surface catching the last of the morning sun.

I smoothed down Shane’s shirt under my tailored blazer, lips still swollen from his kisses, thighs aching from his brutal reminder of what belonged to him.

Shane had stayed behind. He wanted me to face Marco alone, to test the waters and to see what cards he thought he held. I walked into the building with the kind of confidence that wasn’t borrowed ...