Olivia Anderson
I didn’t bother to knock on the thick mahogany door.
I shoved the study door open so hard it banged against the wall.
Benjamin looked up from the map he’d been studying, eyes widening for half a second before the mask slipped back into place so calm and controlled, Alpha energy.
“Liv—” He said, scanning my face like it held cracks.
“Don’t.” My voice cracked on the single word. I stepped inside and kicked the door shut behind me. The slam echoed.
He rose slowly, hands open at his sides like he was approaching something wild. “Talk to me.”
“You already know why I’m here.” I crossed my arms to hide how badly my hands were shaking. “Tasha. You and her. Before me. Before the mess between us. Before you decided I was even worth keeping.”
He exhaled through his nose. “Yes.
