Knox

My hand freezes on Emma’s soft thigh under the conference table.

My jaw tightens in rage.

Monica walks in.

Her red heels click softly as she sashay through the conference room as if she controls every part of it.

She raises her hand in a relaxed wave, diamonds sparkle on her wrist. “Please excuse my lateness,” she says with her silky voice which used to captivate me. “I had an emergency.”

My jaw locks so tight I feel my teeth grind.

“Monica, what the hell are you doing here?” I bark. My voice echoed through the glass walls of the building.

She avoids meeting my gaze as she walks...