Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

501 Fire and Ice

(Cass)

I spin to see Viktor striding toward us, his expression impassive, his massive shoulders squared. His black jacket and dark jeans make him look even more formidable than usual. Gabriel steps back, but there's a subtle challenge in the way he straightens his posture.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, surprised.

"Business," he says curtly, his razor-blue eyes flicking to Gabriel for a brief second before landing back on me. "I need to speak with Jayden. Is he still in the Brennan Wing?" Of course, business. This is a coincidence.

"No. He's in intensive care ward with Winona. It's limited visitors but one of the nurses will let him know you're there."

"I was just checking in on Cass, and Winona myself' Gabriel says smoothly, his tone polite but pointed.

"How considerate," Viktor replies, his voice cold.

The tension between them is so thick I could cut it with a knife. I'm caught between a molten meteorite and one iceberg king, and I'm the shiny object they both want to protect or devour.

I get a surge of want inside thinking of the devour part. Far out, Cass, not the time to have a sexual fantasy. Stop. What is wrong with me?

I squeeze my thighs together and concentrate on both of them being here.

I stare at them, my face is burning hot. I'm so useless at this...

The silence hangs because I have no clue what to say and they are just glaring each other down like I'm the Holy Grail. I need to get out of here.

in with her usual tact-or lack thereof. "Well, this is awkward," she says, throwing her hands up. "Cass, should I go get popcorn, or do you

her hands together. "This is

for this. I have a date to get ready for," I say. They don't have to know it's with the

Gabriel eyes

is staring him down. "It's none of

it was. None

damn trophy for

Lisa's arm and tug her toward the car, not bothering to look back

me, though, burning holes

in the car and pulling out of the lot, Lisa finally

that intense,

day two insanely sexy guys practically square off over you. They are like fire and ice, aren't they? Lucky bitch." I groan, leaning my head back against the seat. "This isn't a romance novel, Lisa. It's my life. And

what are you going to do about

snap. Then I

harsh I sound. "I

deal with this right now. Not with everything going on with

smirks. "Well, if it were me, at your age, I'd have

"You can't be serious." But something about

"You're young, you're hot, and you've got two men clearly into you. There's no rule

fun. Or don't. It's

hang in the air, and for a moment, I let myself imagine

crashes back