KEEP ME AS YOUR MISTRESS

"What are you talking about?" Emerald whispered, her voice barely audible.

Ethan tightened his grip on her chin, leaning in closer, closing the gap between them. Her face—the one that had captured his heart time and time again—was now only inches from his.

No matter how much time had passed, he realized he still couldn't stop staring at her. She still haunted his thoughts, still filled his fantasies every night.

"Two million! You've got over a hundred million, but you're spending it on this kind of trash?" Ethan yells at Emerald.

A loud crash echoes as he slams Emerald's painting onto the floor. The glass shatters, and a shard cuts Emerald's arm. She carefully picks up the painting from the broken pieces. Thankfully, the artwork itself is unharmed.

"Sorry, Mr. Florida," Emerald says softly, "I'll get it reframed before giving it back to you."