Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

CHAPTER 23
THE DOOR to Jonas’s office flings open suddenly, slamming into the wall so
hard the knob obliterates the plaster. Elena stands there, fury ebbing so
clearly from her that it makes those golden irises glow, brightening them
against the backdrop of the bar behind her.
“If you’re fucking another girl, I want to know right now.”
Leaning back in my chair, I fold my hands over my lap, taking her in. Her
hair spills down her back in wind-swept waves, while the little blue dress she
has on does absolutely nothing to hide her figure from me.
Curves I’ve grown addicted to; my drug of choice.
To my right, Jonas pushes back from his desk, scooping the file with the
bouncer applications into their folder, though he doesn’t make any move to
leave the room.
I should be surprised to see her here, but I’m not. Aside from the fact that
after her attack, I had her phone outfitted so I’d be able to track her location