Chapter 11 What Have I Gotten Myself Into?

Elena's Point Of View “And where do you think you’re coming from, Elena?” His voice froze me mid-step, sharp and dripping with authority, that same cold entitlement that used to send a shiver through me… not the good kind. I turned slowly, hand still on the staircase railing. Graham stood a few feet away, in a grey shirt rolled up to his elbows and black slacks, like he’d just come from a photo shoot for 'Controlling Husbands Monthly'. His jaw was clenched, a glass of scotch dangling from his fingers. The veins on his arm bulged like he was barely holding it together. I raised a brow, brushing my fingers through my hair, still slightly tousled from the wind and Jaxx’s intoxicating proximity earlier. “Is that how you greet your wife now? With an interrogation?” He took a slow step forward, eyes narrowing. “Answer me.” I scoffed and descended the remaining steps, heels clicking against the marble like war drums. “Out. I was out, Graham. Not that it’s any of your business.” His lips parte