"Y-you . . . y-you're sleeping with him?" Asher's eyebrow twitched. The anger burning inside him was replaced by nothing but hollowness, and for a moment, his face was blank.
"Yes, we are a couple living inside a one-bedroom apartment. Where do you think I would sleep?" Evangeline sneered.
Once the words registered in Asher's mind, there was no stopping the anger ravaging inside him. His murderous eyes peered behind Evangeline, zeroing on Eric, who was avoiding any eye contact with him. Eric's face was unusually red and . . . guilty.
"You son of a bitch!" Snarling, Asher was going to kill him. No question about that.
Only, any criminal thoughts were vanquished by Evangeline's palm against his chest, stopping him from advancing to punch the life out of Eric.
"Don't test my patience," Evangeline said, tone no longer playful while her face was serious.
