Regret Came Too Late

Yancey was mortified. His throat tightened as if a hand had wrapped around it, and a wave of frustration hit him like a punch.

There was no denying it. Those were hickeys. Grace had been at Ethan's villa all night, and now this? It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened.

He should be furious, but right now, all he could feel was panic. His lips trembled, and his breathing became shallow and erratic.

Grace pressed a hand to her neck, her voice flat. "They're just mosquito bites. Why are you freaking out over nothing?"

She looked genuinely confused as if she had no idea what was setting him off.

"Oh, come on! Who the hell do you think you're fooling?" Yancey snapped, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

He could've bought her story if he had never been with a woman. But did she honestly think he wouldn't recognize hickeys after all the times he had slept with Alice? The marks were still faintly pink, meaning the guy had not even kissed that hard!

just sat there, as calm as ever. The

up, his face

on his lip. He couldn't bring himself to confront Ethan. Instead, he turned

of your mind? What is wrong with you? I told

hit her. Yancey actually thought she and Ethan

a soft chuckle sliced through the tension. It

realizing it was Ethan. He was usually serious, but now, his eyes were slightly squinted in

"Yeah. You're right. A perverted mind sees filth

the faint hint of amusement in his eyes. The awkwardness quickly spiraled into mortification as

the door clicked shut behind him that the rest of the top-floor employees felt brave enough

already been seething over the way the two had looked at each other, and now that Ethan was out of the picture, he completely