Chapter 150
Chapter 150: Old Feelings Die Hard
Sean POV
I stood frozen in the doorway of my Four Seasons penthouse suite, watching Angela storm away without a word. The elevator doors slid shut on her retreating figure, leaving confusion swirling in my mind.
What the hell just happened?
One minute we were dissecting investment proposals, the next she was bolting like I'd set the room on fire.
Her sudden shift gnawed at me. Unless... Had Christopher Blake gotten to her? The thought ignited a blaze of anger in my chest, my hands curling into fists.
No one meddled in my affairs-and Angela, despite our tangled history, was still mine to handle. This wasn't over.
My lips pressed into a hard line as I strode toward the elevator, determined to catch her before she slipped away. Whatever had sparked this, I'd drag the truth out of her tonight.
My phone buzzed relentlessly in my pocket, halting my pursuit. I yanked it out, answering with a sharp,
"What?"-my voice a blade of cold authority.
Silence stretched for a beat before a tentative female voice broke through.
"Sean, it's me."
"Christina." Not a question-a fact.
"Yes. You sound upset. Is something wrong?" Her tone softened. "I've been calling, but you didn't answer."
My mind sharpened instantly. "You've been calling me repeatedly?"
when you didn't pick up, I got worried," she said, her voice syrupy. "I kept trying. You're not angry, are you? I
snapped into place. I glanced at my phone-missed calls from Christina lighting up the screen like a neon
must've seen it. Her abrupt
again," I ordered, my tone leaving no room
I was
spamming my phone help? You'd just drain my battery when I might need
to deal with." I ended the call and shoved the phone back into my pocket, my strides purposeful as I
of satisfaction curled
her instantly-her slender frame
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seconds. As she yanked the car door open, I slammed it shat with one farceful sherre, pinning het betre the
her hands
Her eyes darted to whet my fingers damped
gripping her chin firmly, furing her head back until
to talk to
lips parted, breath hitching. "Fine.
from my suite like it was a crime scene, I said, "Was
would I care about your phone? Your private life's got nothing to
brushing the edge of her lip, feeling the faint tremble there.
fast, her defiance brittle. "Let
my hips pinning hers against the car. My cock stirred at the feel of her body wriggling against me, her curves grinding into me with every futile
the other hand sliding from her chin to brace
"why'd you turn to ice
and fuck, it was intoxicating. Her breasts pressed against my chest as she
her body fit mine, like she was carved for
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