Kiss the Saboteur — The Unanswered Call

Are you insane? Who told you that you could post a picture of me on Instagram? His caption made it worse. She's so damn cute. I'm not yours, so stop calling me cute.

Chase lowered his gaze to the picture, looking entirely too captivated by it. You will be eventually, and you're cute everywhere, whether you belong to me yet or I had no words. The man was not even pretending anymore. more. He wanted Ethan to dump me, and he wanted it now. My palms shook with anger as I called

Ethan. The phone rang until voicemail picked up. I called again. Nothing. Chase gave me a look of exaggerated sympathy. He sees you getting close to another man, but he doesn't ask where you are, whether you've had too much to drink, or if you're safe. He isn't worried about you at all. He clicked his tongue. 26 going on 60? Men like that

know how to treat a woman. So, who needs comforting now? Chase might have had good looks, and a body engineered in a lab, but he was no match for the anti-seduction reflexes I had honed over a decade. One strike, threat neutralized. His brows drew tight as he let out a strangled grunt. Every ounce of arrogance disappeared. Ethan's unanswered phone felt like

a bucket of ice water over my head. A direct assault had failed. Fine, it was time to Make him come after me, whether you were a desperate ex or a professional. Hunting a wealthy target, relentless pursuit was always the stupidest option. If Ethan wanted to break I would give him the most unforgettable breakup of his.

I looked down at Chase, who was still silently suffering.