The woman struggled with all her strength but couldn’t break free. “Ethan Brooks! Let me go! Haven’t you had enough?”
“Had enough? I should be asking what the hell you want from me!”
Ethan’s arm tightened around her, his body pressing in, his voice harsh. “I send you flowers, you throw them away. I give you money, you reject it. Now you won’t even see me?”
“Why should I want anything from you? What are we, really?” she shot back, her tone biting with sarcasm.
“What are we?” Ethan roared, gripping her chin hard.
His fierce gaze, the same one he’d given me in Hawaii by the pool, overlapped in my mind.
“I’ll tell you what we are.”
He crushed his lips down on hers.
The woman whimpered, pounding against his chest.
I stood frozen, my blood turned to ice, fingers numb.
The sweet whisper—You know I don’t care about anyone else—still echoed in my ears.
But here he was, using that same kiss as punishment on another woman.
Ethan finally released her, his thumb roughly brushing her swollen lips. His voice was hoarse.
“Don’t look at me like that. And stop running.”
He straightened his suit and walked away, as if his loss of control had never happened.