Ciara scowls, though she makes no move to leave. “I thought you’d appreciate the improvements.”
“Well, you thought wrong.” I turn on my heel and stalk toward the door.
"Where are you going?"
"To fix your fucking mess. And I want you gone by the time I get back.”
I don’t look back, because if I do, and I catch sight of Ciara’s naked body, I’ll forget everything that matters.
And I can’t afford that.
Not now.
Not ever.
Chapter Twenty-Six
CIARA
My heart hammersso hard against my ribs it feels like it might burst right out of my chest.
I throw back the sheet and climb out of bed, seething as I look around the floor for my clothes. I quickly pull them back on before stalking from the room.
The door to Ronan’s office is closed, but that doesn’t stop me from throwing it open and storming into the room like a tornado.
“We’re not done here.” I fold my arms.
He doesn’t even look up from his computer, which only pisses me off more.
“Are you seriously throwing a tantrum over this?” I snap before I can think better of it.
The second the words leave my mouth, I know it was the wrong thing to say.
He slowly gets to his feet, the muscle in his jaw ticking as he finally looks down at me.
My breath catches in my throat as his eyes darken, any lingering trace of the man who gave me such pleasure only hours ago, long gone.
"You think I’m throwing a tantrum?" His voice is low and cold as he stalks around the desk toward me. "You had one job, Ciara.One.Enter the goddamn data.”
“I did that?—”
“That was it. No more, no less. If I’d known you couldn’t follow simple orders, I never would have agreed to let you help out in the first place."
I scowl at him, heat flaring in my cheeks. "Simple orders? Seriously? Your system was so outdated it’s a miracle that the feds haven’t come knocking. If anything, I did you a favor."
He lets out a harsh, humorless laugh that sends a cold shiver down my spine. "A favor? Is that what you’re calling this?"
"Yes. Because like it or not, I made it better.”
He steps closer, towering over me.
"Maybe if your family knew half as much about business as they did about starting wars they couldn’t finish, you wouldn’t be here."
I stiffen at his words, though I shouldn’t be surprised.
It seems whenever Ronan feels cornered, he lashes out the same way every damn time.
"Why do you always bring up my father the second you’re losing an argument?" I ball my hands into fists at my sides until I’m sure my nails have pierced my skin. "It’s pathetic."
