Trace
“What the actual f**k!” Clint growls angrily, his eyes following Ellora’s slim form as she, Wren and two other men step out of the front door. I echo his sentiment as my eyes follow Wren’s stunning ass in that very sexy dress as she walks out the door with some asshole.
Fuck!
Every part of me wants to stomp toward them, take the man by the neck and choke the life out of him for touching my woman.
But Wren is not mine, and it’s all my fault. Simply seeing her with that man makes something wither inside of me. Before she turns the corner, I tighten my fists and meet her eyes through the door’s window.
Teeth clenched, I turn to the elevator and stab my finger into the button to open it.
“Are you going to just let her go like that, man?” Clint asks.
I shake my head and sign, “Wre
