Nolan’s Pov

What do they say about liars?

They say not to trust them. That’s what they say. And my woman? She lied to me.

I can’t trust her.

I shouldn’t trust her.

But God, I still want her.

There she was… in that restaurant, dancing in his arms, letting him touch her waist, sway her like she was some delicate goddamn porcelain doll. Her cheeks were flushed, her smile soft. For him.

And yet, when she picked up my call earlier, she said Bianca. She said she was with Bianca.

Liars.

I stepped in just as that bastard spun her around like he owned her. That scene… burned into...