“ Eloise,” Mason muttered under his breath as he sat behind his desk. His fist tightened along with his jaw.

Even her name scraped against his skull like a curse. She was his possession, his proof of power, but now she’s with another man, their business rival at that. He didn't care about the deal he lost, but the thought of them together was enough to make his vision bleed red, enough to make his jaw ache from the grind of his teeth.

Antonio Brayden. The name burned into his skull like a brand. If Antonio thinks this was business, then he should be ready to learn that this is...