Ace’s POV
This is the second time I’ve watched that asshole Liam from my car. Unlike last time when I caught him sleeping with his secretary, he has done nothing but pace his office every five minutes, constantly checking his phone.
I know a paranoid man when I see one, and this fucker has it written all over his face.
My fingers rub against my black jeans as I form fists on my thighs.
I’m sure he’s feeling the heat after what went down with Paetyn yesterday. She knows the details of the sick plan he created to push him up in the polls and bring more attention to his campaign, all at the expense of his fiancee. If the media were to find out about it, I have no doubt it would bring a shitstorm his way.
Good. It’s what he deserves for doing what he did to my little bird.
Liam passes by the window of his office. He’s been on the phone for what has to be the twentieth time since I started watching him when he arrived just before 9:00 A.M. I don’t know who he’s talking to, but it doesn
