“Don’t you want to know if I’ve been with anyone after you?” “You haven’t.” The response was so confident, it told me one thing. “Who was watching me?” I accused. “I would notice Albert. He’s bigger than a tree.” “Viktor.” Ronan didn’t even look apologetic about having me stalked. “And what would Viktor have done if I took a male model back to my place?” “Thrown him into the ocean,” he said darkly.
