“Morning, sweetheart,” Zach drawled, his voice smooth as poison, his smirk crawling with arrogance. “How’s my beautiful wife feeling?”
Diva froze, rage bubbling in her chest so violently it almost drowned out her breath. Her heart pounded. Her veins burned with the urge to get rud of him. "Wife?" That word tasted like ash in her mouth.
She shot him a glare so sharp it could’ve slit his throat. “Don’t you f*****g call me that,” she snapped, voice trembling from fury.
Zach chuckled, the sound low and dark. He loved that spark. “Temper, temper…” he murmured, closing the distance between them with infuriating calm.
She tried to slap him...her hand flying up fast...but he caught it midair. In one swift motion, he spun her around and pinned both her wrists above her head, pressing her agains
