Flames in Paris

Chapter 56

Ethan leaned back in his office chair, his phone pressed tight against his ear.

He froze for a second, then spoke low. “I understand.” He cut the call at once.

Without wasting another breath, he dialed Daniella’s number. She picked up on the second ring, her voice sweet and sharp at the same time.

“Ethan,” she purred.

“What are you doing in Paris?” Ethan demanded.

“Oh? So you know already.”

“Answer me, Daniella.”

“I’m here for… business. And maybe pleasure.”

“Good, just stay away from Maya, she's going through a tough time now.”

She chuckled softly. “Maya? Always Maya. Do you ever get tired of saying her name?”

“Don’t play games with me.”

“I’m not. I only had dinner with her. We talked.”

Ethan’s jaw tightened. “What did you tell her?”

“The truth,” Daniella said calmly. “That you two will never last. That guilt will eat both of you alive.”

Ethan raked his hand in his hair. “You had no right.”

“I have every right Ethan, I have. You were mine once.”

“That was the past.”

“But y