Description : The Lost Tycoon
“I swear I didn’t see anything.”
Her heartbeat thrashed in her ears as Misty Elton backed away.
“What in the hell were you snooping around for?” His eyes bulged and his fists balled tightly together.
“I was just looking for a sweatshirt because the apartment was cold. I swear. I didn’t see anything.” Misty was almost sobbing. Her eyes darted toward the door, and she inched toward it, away from his deadly fists, trying to lock her shaking knees together in her flight-or-fight response to what she saw in his face.
Hatred. Loathing. The very devil resided inside him — she was sure of it.
She had no doubt about the way this was going to end. When his voice rose like that, to an almost squealing pitch, when the corners of his mouth tightened and when his fingers firmed, turning his hands into brutal, merciless weapons, it meant she was going to get hurt.
The evidence stood out, practically glowing like a neon light. She’d never before had such a great wish to turn back the clock, to undo one mistake. She’d only been searching for a sweatshirt in the trunk in the room — that was all — and instead she’d found his stash. And that was the moment he’d found her. If he’de in only a minute later, she’d have closed the lid and rushed from the room, and he never would have known.
As he took a step closer, her stomach turned over. This was worse than usual — this wouldn’t be a typical punishment. She knew his intentions from the cold fury of his gaze.
“I promise I won’t slip up, won’t...