Chapter 156

Zavian turned on his heel, putting some distance between them while raking an agitated hand through his hair.

“I can’t keep doing this if you insist on analyzing and misinterpreting every damn situation,” he spat over his shoulder, the icy edge to his tone making her flinch. “You always jump to the wrong conclusions and ruin everything between us.”

Snatching up her glass, Emmeline refilled it with a generous pour of whiskey, trying to ignore the sting of his words.

She took a fortifying sip before slamming the tumbler back down with enough force to make it rattle.

“Because what you really want is some brainless whore who caters to your body without any fuss, right? Well, guess what-” Another bitter laugh escaped her lips. “I’m not a prostitute, and I never will be!”

Zavian whirled back around, his expression one of pure exasperation. “You’re not just causing drama, you’re making it up out of nowhere! I told you, I didn’t reciprocate that kiss, for fuck’