Cassandra.
“Don't talk to me like that!” I snapped up at him, offended at his choice of words. “I might be the mother of your children, but that's all we have in common! What has been “inside me” is none of your business. Now, let me pass.”
My words only made the corner of his lips, quirk, even if those blue eyes if his were still burning hot.
I had only seen cool as a cucumber Zane. Angry Zane. Mysterious Von Dorsey. Horny Zane. Charming Zane —albeit, many years ago.
But I had never seen this side of him right now, as he stood before me naked, smirking at my embarrassment. His hand wrapped around my hand, which was pushing against him, and the contact felt so warm. His palms were roughened, which was surprising because he did no menial job. He was a billionaire CEO with a thousand em
