Jaxon

I slammed the car door harder than necessary. The sharp thud echoed through the quiet street outside Kairo’s company. The moment I stormed into the building, I didn’t wait for the receptionist to buzz me in. I knew the layout, I’d been here more than once when Kairo was pretending to help me.

Glass doors parted automatically, and the sterile scent of disinfectant and designer furniture filled my nose. He had the nerve to send my calls to voicemail.

His ...