Michael's POV
My knuckles went white as I gripped the edge of my chair, watching Allyson lift the wine glass to her lips. The way she smiled at Kenneth after that first sip made my blood pressure spike.
"This is incredible," she murmured, her tongue darting out to catch a drop from her lower lip.
Kenneth's eyes followed the movement like a predator tracking prey. "I knew you'd appreciate quality when you tasted it."
The smugness in his voice cut through me like a blade. He was playing games, pushing boundaries he had no right to cross. Every instinct I possessed screamed at me to end this charade before it went any further.
Allyson belonged to me. She might not realize it yet, but that didn't change the fundamental truth burning in my chest.
Kenneth had always been drawn to what wasn't his. Back when we were friends, he'd coveted my success, my connections, my life. Now he was setting his sights on the one woman who could unravel my carefully constructed control.
