“Fine,” he said simply. “Then I’m not leaving.”
Amara exhaled sharply, visibly done with him.
“God, you are unbelievable,” she muttered.
In the next second, she strode over to him.
Before Elias could even react, she grabbed his hand and yanked him forward, her other hand snatching his coat and tie from the coffee table.
“Amara—” he started, but she didn’t let him finish.
She dragged him toward the door with firm, determined steps. Elias stumbled slightly behind her, forced to follow as she pulled him along.
She swung the door open and shoved him outside without hesitation.
Then she shoved his coat and tie into his arms.
“Leave,” she snapped. “I have work to do. I don’t have time for this nonsense.”
Elias straightened, adjusting his balance. He glanced at her, still looking unbothered despite being thrown out.
“I’m going to live with you,” he said calmly, as if continuing an earlier conversation. “You can’t just kick me out like this. I’ll have my driver take you wherever you want, but we are not done talking.”
Amara didn’t even let him finish.
She grabbed his shoulders and pushed him fully out onto the landing.
“Goodbye,” she said coldly.
The door slammed shut in his face.
A beat of silence followed.
Elias let out a frustrated breath, running a hand through his hair as he turned away. Even though he clearly didn’t want to leave, he eventually walked away.
It was evening when his car rolled up outside the same apartment building, coming to a smooth stop at the curb.
Felix glanced out the window from the driver’s seat, confusion flickering across his face. Then he turned toward Elias, alarmed.
“Mr. Creed… isn’t that Mr. Bishop?”
Elias straightened immediately in his seat.
His eyes followed Felix’s gaze.
Outside the building stood Maverick.
He was holding a bouquet of flowers casually in one hand, as if he had all the time in the world.
Elias’s expression darkened.
Without a word, he pushed the car door open and stepped out, slipping his phone into his pocket carelessly as he walked forward.
His pace quickened.
“Maverick?” Elias’s voice cut sharply through the air. “What are you doing here?”
Maverick turned at the sound.
