"I'm sure you did," Evelyn spat, letting go of him.
She stepped out of the room, slamming the door shut.
Zayne stood frozen for a moment.
Had fun?
Women? What women?
He tossed aside his tie and went after her down the hallway.
"Where are you going?"
"None of your business. And quit following me!" she snapped at him.
"Evelyn, stop." He hastened his steps. "Stop walking."
"Stop following me!"
"Evelyn—"
"Leave me alone!"
"Evelyn."
"Zayne Mancini!" She shot around towards him, a furious breath fleeing her mouth. "What? What do you want?"
Zayne didn't stop walking, not until he stood before her, barely an inch of space between them.
She stared up at him with a craned neck.
He gazed down at her. Eyes filled with a type of conflict she couldn't read.
Neither of them was speaking, almost as if both of them were at a loss for words.
