Chapter 4

Those words chilled me to the bone, freezing me in place.

Caleb stood up, and along with him came the sharp, cold scent of his cologne.

It wrapped around me like wings, but also suffocated me.

He looked down at me with a gaze so solid it almost burned.

It was like a replay of the day I threw cash at him and told him to be my dog.

Only this time, the humiliated one was me.

What he threw at me was a silent accusation and anguish in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hart," I forced out, my throat…