Making my way down the stairs, I followed the sound of his voice.

“I don't care, Mary!" he yelled into the phone, making my heart drop. “I'm not giving you f*cking money, so you need to figure your shit out on your own. Do not call me for this shit again."

His eyes slowly slid up to meet mine as I turned the corner, walking into the kitchen. The frown he had been wearing a moment ago was now long gone and replaced with a smile and a hungry gaze.

Without saying a word to his ex, who had been on the line, he hung up the phone and strode...