Amara slammed on the brakes. The tires screeched against the pavement as the car jerked to a halt. She gripped the steering wheel, glaring at the man through her windshield, her blood boiling.

After the explosive fight they had on set today, why on earth was he here? Did he have a death wish?

Finnian watched her car approach. She had been driving smoothly until she spotted him, and the violent, screeching halt made his heart sink.

The car idled in the street. Inside, he could see her gripping the wheel, clearly gritting her teeth in sheer irritation.

Knowing she was too angry to step out on her own, he pushed himself off his car, strode over, yanked her door open, and pulled her out.

“Why did you stop?” he demanded, his voice thick with tension. “Are you really that desperate to avoid me?”

Ever since she screamed at him to get lost that afternoon, the dynamic between them had fractured.

Actually, the shift started the night before, after their bitter argument at the coffee shop near Elysia’s place.

Amara glared at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer.

He used to be gentle with her. He used to coax her, treating her with a careful, almost pleading tenderness.

But the man standing before her now was dangerously volatile. He was sharp and aggressive, like a blade fully drawn from its sheath.

Enveloped in his dominant aura, a chill ran down her spine. Despite her heavy coat, goosebumps erupted across her skin.

Refusing to show an ounce of fear, she raised her chin defiantly. “I don’t want to see you. Is that a crime?”

Before he could respond, she added coldly, “Why are you at my house? What do you want?”

Her hostility was palpable.

Finnian felt like his chest had been ripped open. The rejection was so agonizing he thought he would go numb, but the pain just kept compounding.

He caught her hand, his grip unyielding. “Every time we’ve spoken lately, it ends in a fight. I have a lot to say, and I’m not letting you walk away this time You can’t run from me, Amara.”

His tone was terrifyingly calm, carrying a relentless, predatory certainty.

Amara bit her lip, forcing back her temper. “You’re overestimating yourself, Mr. Everly. I don’t want to be with you, which means I won’t be with you. Go find someone else.”

Why did she constantly try to shove him into another woman’s arms?

Something dark flashed in Finnian’s eyes, and he pulled her flush against his chest.

“I don’t want anyone else,” he growled low against her ear. “I only want you.”

His arms locked around her, cautious of her stomach but firm enough to ensure there was zero chance of escape.

“Why do you keep pushing me away?” he demanded.

Amara shoved at his chest, but he felt like a solid wall of muscle. Giving up, she spat, “Because I don’t want you! I don’t care who you date. Why would want to waste your precious time?” FindNovel.net

“Even if you don’t want to be with me, you’re going to be.”

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply.