“Does it even matter?” Bianca shot back, her tone dripping with disdain. “Mr. Evans, spare me the drama. I’m done being part of your messy love story. If you need an audience, go to Skylar Larson. She’s clearly obsessed with you and willing to play along. As for me, I’m not worth your time.”

Her words hit Dave like a spark to dry tinder. His eyes darkened instantly out of anger.

Without warning, he slammed her against the wall. The impact knocked the breath from her lungs.

Despite the pressure, Bianca held her head high, her eyes fierce and unyielding.

“Bianca, are you testing my patience?” Dave growled, his face...