Isla POV

The day was winding down, the night sky creeping in as I left the office, ready to go home. But I froze when I saw Ronan standing in front of my car.

You're fucking kidding me.

I scanned the parking lot for security, but Ronan had already spotted me and was moving closer.

"Isla... let me explain," he said, his voice softer than I expected.

I stepped back. "Leave me alone, Ronan. I'll call security."

His eyes flashed. "Oh, you fucking bitch. You didn't even trust me? You had to send someone to spy on me and Vivienne?"

"Trust you?" I laughed bitterly. "You're talking about trust when...