A sharp pain pierced Tristan Grayson's heart. At this very moment, even breathing was painful.
He braced himself, refusing to let her see how pathetic he looked right now.
In this world, no one had ever been able to break him—Tristan Grayson—let alone this woman.
He didn't understand why her words provoked such a strong reaction in him, but he was crystal clear on one thing.
What was his, was his. And even if it wasn't, as long as he wanted it, it had to be his.
Mika Summers knew her words must sound like a joke to Tristan Grayson. Still, she had to tell him. She had to let him know just how much she hated him, even if her hatred meant nothing to him.
She let out a self-mocking laugh and threw back the covers to get out of bed. At the sight, Tristan Grayson's chest tightened. He shot out a hand and grabbed her. "Where do you think you're going? Don't forget—you signed an agreement."
