~MAYA’S POV~
“Maya Archer, come down from your car if you don’t want me to drag you out of your car through this window.” He thundered. I pretended I hadn’t heard him at all. He doesn’t get to boss me around. I am not his pet! I sought to dodge him by rolling up my window. He doesn’t get to order me around. He gave me a sly grin and then glanced directly at me, instantly altering his demeanor.
“I said, get your ass down, Maya Archer.”
He sounded like he was yelling, but his voice was hushed and measured. One of his bodyguards dashed to his side, carrying a bottle of The Dalmore 62 and a whisky glass. After placing the glass in Zion’s hand, the man began pouring the whisky into the glass for him. After that, take a step back. I am now left wondering if this is the kind of man I should be
