Zachary stepped inside without waiting for an answer, the faint curl of his lip twisting into a sneer.
She shook her head quickly, but her mind spun.
He wasn't supposed to be here. He had left her at the mall. Why would he come looking for her now?
The door slammed shut with a sudden, echoing thud as his boot connected with it.
Riya flinched at the sound, her spine pressing back as his cold gaze pinned her. Each step he took toward her seemed deliberate, heavy, closing the distance until she felt trapped.
"I told you to be loyal to me," he growled, "that you can't be with another man. But you didn't listen to me. You planned to spend the night with a gigolo."
Before she could speak, his hand shot forward, fingers clamping around her throat. The pressure stole her breath as his face hardened into something almost unrecognizable. The murderous glint in his eyes shook her to the core.
