[Noah's POV]

Ungrateful little wretch.

I drove like a madman, weaving through traffic, cutting off pedestrians. My mind was a storm of fury. I would drag her back. I would lock her in the penthouse this time. I would tie her to the bed if I had to. She wanted to play games? Fine.

I dialed her number.

Pick up, Elena. Pick up so I can tell you exactly how much trouble you're in.

It rang twice. Then connected.

"Elena Campbell!!!!!" I roared, gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned ...