"Cora Lowell, is it up to you to break things off between us whenever you feel like it?"
He was always the one high above, never has anyone dared to defy him with even a word.
Yet she, time and time again, hit a snag.
Cora Lowell never bowed her head, never accommodated, even choosing to silently leave when he most needed her presence.
What woman would dare treat him like this?
When he tried to find her, she'd always say she was in a meeting or rushing a project, her phone always in "temporarily unavailable" mode.
Only when he took the initiative to be nice, dropping his stance, would she give a gentle smile.
The fire in Landon Lockwood's heart grew ever more intense.
The hand that originally grasped her chin slowly slid down, his palm directly locked onto her neck.
The tender neck was rubbed so red against his calloused palm.
His gaze flickered, and the force between his fingers unconsciously eased a bit.
