Lilian's POV
My fingers desperately scratched at his iron grip around my throat, each breath a struggle against his unrelenting hold.
Augusto stared down at me with blazing eyes, his voice a low growl. "Do you despise me so completely that you can't even be bothered to answer when I call?"
"I was working. There wasn't time to pick up," I managed to whisper, the words scraping past my constricted airway.
I couldn't decipher whether this explosive rage stemmed solely from my missed calls, or if Ashley had pushed his buttons again and I was simply the convenient target for his displaced fury. Either way, he was turning something minor into a catastrophe.
A bitter laugh escaped his lips. "No time? What happened to lunch breaks? Or were you too busy getting friendly with some other man to bother with my calls?"
