He groaned loudly against her lips as she sparked, his own mouth harsh and demanding against hers. There was no gentle touches or tenderness this time as his hands slid down her body, grabbing her breasts harshly.

He would show her. She wasn't right. She wasn't. He wasn't a tool for Angela or anyone else. It was easy enough for her to judge, she knew who she was and why she was here, for now, Angela's words were all he had to go by. But he would fix that. He would.