Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

To Nicholas, Coral Villa wasn't significant at all. It was just a house, and he could give it to whoever he wanted.

Fearing I might refuse, he fastened my seatbelt. He held my shoulders, trapping me in his embrace.

I met his gaze and said calmly, "Sure."

His gaze darkened. At the same time, his palms felt like they had grown barbs, digging into my flesh with increasing pressure.

I held his gaze unyieldingly. Though I had complied, he seemed angrier. After a long while, Nicholas finally released his grip, but the pain he left didn't fade right away.

"So now that you have a penthouse, you don't care about the old villa anymore?" he demanded, pummeling me hard with his frustrated voice.

It felt as if his words had physically stabbed me.

grew labored as he continued, "You saw the blueprints when we renovated Coral Villa. And when we bought the furniture, Beth even brought you the list to approve each

steering wheel, a blaring horn cut through his angry voice. "And you just

it was also your pre-marital property. You have the right to give it to Claudia. Whether I

Nicholas's hand. The moment

lacked the opportunity to fondle his fingers

I began, "Besides, we're divorced now. It doesn't matter where I live. I know

might not have been pleasant, but

hand away once he frowned. He instinctively tightened his grip on me and fell

holding my hand throughout the drive. We ended up in a high-end neighborhood, and it looked much more upscale than my own small apartment. The underground parking

be the two of us here," he

me around, but I

against the glass and said, "I love these fish. I'll watch them for a while, and