CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
ZOE’S POV
I glanced impatiently at the bear-shaped wall clock in my office. It was already Eight thirty A.M and Reagan was still not in the company premises yet. Ryan’s claim about not wanting to lose another woman to Reagan had been messing up with my mind, making me a little bit anxious about Reagan’s arrival. Was that the reason he had been so harsh to me about being near Reagan? Then something he said a while back, on the night we got married, flashed in my brain.
“What the hell!” I cussed, looking at him.
“Don’t even think about it Zoe,” He breathed venomously.
“Think about what?” I questioned, wondering what the hell I had done.
“You think I don’t know girls like you? Girls who think they can screw me over by screwing my closest friend? Be caref
