Dale

As soon as those words escaped my lips, my phone buzzed. It was a text message from her. Damn, what did she want this time?

Rising to my feet, I said, “I hate to cut our conversation short, but I have other business to tend to. Take as much time as you need to think about what I said—but not too long. I’ll be waiting to hear back from you.”

Then, I turned and walked out of the suite towards my car. Michael, my chauffeur, opened the car door. Slipping into the backseat, I was unable to mask the irritation on my face as I stared at my ex-girlfriend...