Fiona
Just as fast as he knocked the breath out of me, my senses come back. Does he seriously think I’ll just give in and throw myself at him?
“Even facing a broken marriage, I have my dignity,” I snap at Ethan, pulling away from his touch. I can’t make a decision with him touching me. His touch messes with my head and makes it hard to think, which only makes me more annoyed.
Ethan scowls at me, narrowing his eyes. Clearly, he thought I’d give in the moment he asked. If he keeps changing his attitude like this, I’m going to get whiplash. One moment he’s angry with me and the next he’s asking me to be his… what? His mistress? His s*x buddy?
“I need to reclaim my inheritance, even if you’re not willing to help,” I tell him, crossing my arms over my chest. He doesn’t seem eager to fire
