In the master bedroom, on the bed.
Mia Grant had no idea what was happening.
One second, she was marveling at how handsome Hayes Hughes looked when he cried. The next, a loud BANG came from the door. Before she could even get up to look, the figure of Hayes Hughes by her bed vanished from her sight.
A powerful force yanked him away from her.
It was immediately followed by the sound of a fist hitting flesh and a man's muffled groan.
'Damn, even that groan from Hayes Hughes sounds kind of sexy.'
'Wait, no!'
'My priorities are all wrong!'
Mia Grant snapped out of it and quickly sat up.
A short distance away, Silas Grant—who had appeared out of nowhere—had one hand balled in Hayes Hughes's shirt collar while the other was pummeling him.
Every punch landed squarely. Just watching was painful.
'How is Hayes Hughes taking all that without crying out?!'
Mia Grant gasped. 'This is bad, this is really bad. Hayes Hughes is no match for Silas Grant.'
He was completely defenseless.
