"Adam James, you really know how to put on a show," I spat. "These past few days must have been so hard for you."
He froze, hand rising to his cheek.
"Sneaking into bed with Lola—was it exciting?" I sneered. "Did she serve you well?"
His chest heaved. Panic flickered across his face before anger swallowed it.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he snapped. "I told you, I was discussing a project!"
He cursed under his breath, called me unreasonable, and turned to leave.
I grabbed his arm, unlocked my shattered phone, and shoved the footage in his face.
"Is this what you call discussing a project?"
The color drained from him. Panic flared in his eyes.
"I'm posting this online," I said, thumb hovering over the upload button. "Let the whole world see how shameless you two are."
I opened social media, ready to broadcast his filth.
Adam's eyes went red. He snatched the phone and shoved me hard.
I hit the ground, the impact jarring my bones.
"Enough!" he roared, face darkening. "Layla Hampton—what man in my circle doesn't have someone on the side?"
He loomed over me, voice dripping venom.
"Why do you have to be so precious about it? Acting like you're dying! So what if I play around?"