“What do you mean you are coming over?”

That’s what Amy said in the text, but he didn’t bother replying. Instead, he grabbed his car keys and rushed out of his penthouse.

His jaw was clenched, mind racing with thoughts of Amy staying at some other guy’s place—alone.

Who the hell is Asa?

The thought of her being in another man’s home was enough to make his blood boil.

The moment the elevator doors opened, he strode toward his car, sliding into the driver’s seat with barely ...