Driving home after dropping Franklin off, all Maxton could think about was going straight to bed but that thought was struck out of his mind at the sight that met him when the lift opened to his penthouse. The woman leaning against the wall waiting for him was the last person he wanted to deal with this night.
His whole body grew in rage as he marched towards her. " What are you doing here Laurel? " he growled through tightly pursed lips, his anger evident in his tone and by the thundering frown on his face that made his scar draw his face into an ugly picture that made him look like the devil himself.
Laurel stepped back from the amount of fury pouring off her ex. She has never seen him this angry, then she remembered that the man fuming before her will never raise his hand on her no m
