ANASTASIA’S POV

The moment the elevator doors slid shut, I exhaled sharply, gripping my car keys tightly. My heart was still beating too fast, my skin tingling from where Nolan had held my hand. Stupid. I should be used to his antics by now. He was always pushing, always teasing, as if waiting for me to slip up and reveal something—what exactly, I wasn’t sure.

The drive to my office felt longer than usual, my mind replaying the morning over and over. I hated how easily he got under my skin. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. This marriage was a necessity, nothing more. But Nolan had a way...