Michael's POV
My fingers wrapped around Allyson's wrist like steel as I pulled her through the hotel lobby. Her protests fell on deaf ears. The fury coursing through my veins drowned out everything else.
Kenneth. Of all the goddamn people in this city, she had chosen to share a meal with him.
My oldest rival had always possessed a talent for coveting what belonged to me. Years ago, when his bank account exceeded mine, he had set his sights on Snow during our marriage. Now the tables had turned. My empire towered over his pathetic business ventures, yet here he was, circling like a vulture around what was mine.
Allyson stumbled slightly as I quickened our pace toward the elevators. Her hand trembled in my grip, and satisfaction sparked in my chest. She should understand the magnitude of her mistake. She should feel the weight of my displeasure for vanishing from the conference without warning, for allowing that snake to charm her into his web.
