#Chapter 10

Fiona “You have no right to tell me which woman I can choose,” Ethan growls, the anger in his voice making me shiver. His secretary wipes at her tears. She had to know this was coming. There are so many women around Ethan. I mean, he’s momentarily interested in me, but she should remember he’s a billionaire with everything. He could snap his fingers and have any woman he wants. Being around Ethan every day must’ve given her a false sense of hope. Either that or she’s delusional, but I don’t think hanging all over Ethan and screeching like a banshee will make him want to be with her. “I need to get back to work,” Ethan says calmly as if the woman isn’t a puddle at his feet. “Do you need a car?” Ethan asks, and I only realize he’s speaking to me when he leans close. “Um, no. My friend dropped me off,” I say. I’d forgotten about Isla offering to pick me up, so I pull out my phone and inwardly curse. Three missed calls and a text message. The timestamp tells me the message