Michael's POV
My phone vibrated against my chest.
Allyson: Mr. Jade, where the hell are you?
I ignored the message. Her footsteps were already echoing down the hallway, quick and determined.
Then she rounded the corner.
I moved from the shadows without warning, catching her wrist and pulling her against me in one swift motion.
Her back met the wall as I pressed my body against hers, trapping her there.
I swept the loose strands of hair from her face, feeling the warmth radiating from her flushed skin.
"I thought we agreed to keep things quiet," she breathed, caught between a laugh and something much more heated.
"Screw quiet," I rumbled against her ear. "Watching my ex-wife parade you around like some prize, seeing my son stare at you like he still has a claim on you. I needed this. I needed to remind us both who you belong to."
