There was no greater humiliation for a man than to have a woman panting beneath him, calling out another man's name.
And Lily had, once again, successfully disgraced Ethan.
Last night, in the throes of passion, when he had heard that name, he had wanted nothing more than to strangle her on the spot.
Alex?!
Lily's expression went blank as the events of the previous night came rushing back to her. Alex... It had been so long since she had allowed herself to think of that name. Why did the mere thought of him cause her heart to ache so painfully?
The distant look in her eyes told Ethan that this Alex was no mere acquaintance.
"I'm asking you, who is Alex?!" Ethan snarled, flinging the towel aside, the droplets of water splattering against her face.
