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“There,” Ben said, almost whispering. “There it is.”

Rollo wanted to askwhere what is?But there was no need. He knew exactly what Ben was talking about. Somehow, the mist had cleared from inside his mind.

If Ava wanted this, and if Zoey wanted this, then why should he torture himself any longer? Rollo left the yoga studio with his head held high and his strides long and forceful.

He was going to follow his cock, as Ben had told him, and nothing was going to hold him back.

Chapter 9

You're tense, let me help you relax

Zoeycouldfeelthesteamcomingoutofherears,scaldinghotandburningherskin.Herteethweregrindingtogether.Thesoundofitrattledaroundinsideherskull,drowningouteverythingelse.

She didn’t need to ask who it was who had been in her apartment, nor did she need to ask when. It was obvious Ava had snuck in while they were at the meeting.

Obsessed was the only word that came to mind. Ava was actively ruining her marriage as she tried to figure out what was going on between them. Zoey wasn’t going to let her get away with it, either.

She was going straight to the source—their house. There was nothing else she could do. Ava had broken into her house and rifled through her belongings. That was unforgivable. The idiot woman needed to be stopped and taught some boundaries.

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Zoey’s thick-heeled bootsclunkedagainst the ground as she pounded the sidewalk, storming her way towards their house, her arms swinging wildly by her side.

To an onlooker, she must have looked insane. She didn’t care. The anger was fueling her, making her feel sick and making her stomach ache. It powered her, the rage, turning the whole world red around her.

Up ahead, she could see their mansion looming. And it was a damn mansion. The front yard was surrounded by a thick, high wall covered in white paint. The only place Zoey could see through was the front gate, wrought iron with white, flaking paint coming off in little pieces.

She grabbed hold of the gate and yanked it open, feeling her muscles pumping with adrenaline. Her heart was hammering in her chest and in her ears. Every part of her body was tense and furious. She could barely control her body. It was like she was watching through her eyes while someone else controlled her limbs.

Zoey didn’t waste any time hanging around, looking up at the beautiful house. She was way too pissed. She walked up the tile path with the neatly trimmed lawn on either side of her. Ahead, the white wooden door was hidden from the bright sunshine.

She stared at the wood as she approached, her vision tunneling onto it, unwavering. Her breath misted out of her nose, making her feel like a bull. Her hand extended out, closed into a tight fist, and began knocking loudly against the wood.

Instead of knocking a couple of times and stopping, like a normal person, Zoey just continually knocked. She wasn’t in the mood for waiting, or for Rollo to pretend he wasn’t home.

She knew what his car looked like and it was right there, on the driveway off to the left. He was home. He could hear her knocking. There was no excuse.

“All right!” Rollo shouted from behind the door.

Zoey refused to stop knocking as she listened to the sound of his footsteps approaching.

“You can stop!” He shouted. “I’m here! I’m here!”

Zoey didn’t stop knocking until the door was removed from her fist. Rollo appeared behind the door, his blue eyes covered with thick brows pulled down in a deep frown.

“Zoey,” he said, gentler this time. “What are you doing here?”

She didn’t give him an answer. Instead, she barged right past him and wandered into his house. She looked around a little, trying to find somewhere to sit.

The kitchen, dining, and living spaces were all merged into one. Zoey moved into the room and immediately sat down on the couch, trying to settle into his home.

“What are you doing?” Rollo asked, standing a couple of paces away from the front door, the staircase behind him.

Zoey felt her legs starting to bounce up and down in annoyance. She rose from the couch as quickly as she’d sat down and began to pace around the room.

“Zoey,” Rollo said, his voice turning stern. “What are you doing here?”

Zoey scoffed. Her fingers rose to her mouth, her teeth gnawing at the ends of her nails. “My question is, what was Ava doing in my apartment this morning?”

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