eam for her "HoneyHeart" followers. She checked the video intercom and her stom

sed the talk button, her voice coo

to talk," he commanded, his voice

k about. Please leave,

top me? Open the door, unless you want me to make a s

nstantly making her cozy apartment feel small and suffocating. His eyes scanned the room, landing

with sarcasm. "Tell me, did that little H

rossed, her gaze unflinching. "My finances

acking her against the wall. "Pack your things. You're comin

control me again? So I can be your perfectly o

d no

aight, her eyes locked on his. "I will never go back. No

rred in him was maddening-a potent cocktail of irritation and a bizarre, unwelcome flicker of at

aptop on the coffee table. An on-screen notifi

ternalAdmirer' has just donat

om a fan. The name 'EternalAdmirer' felt like a splinter lodging itself under his skin. A hot, ugly wave o

pointed to the door. "The co

a sense of utter powerlessness he had never known. A

out another word, slamm

s mind. Her defiance. The donation. The name. He couldn't stand it. He couldn't

d dialed his assistant, hi

to acquire the company that runs t

ol the woman, he wou

e; he had not answered. The warmth he had once felt for her had curd