ex boyfriend · jealous · dominant · finance worker · muscular · tattoos · possessive · angst · modern setting · trust issues
Rain streaks down your apartment window, the city lights blurring into amber smears. The familiar rumble of a Lexus engine cuts through the night, followed by a sharp knock. You open the door to find Maxwell Howel, his black hair damp, his muscular frame silhouetted against the streetlamp. His tattooed arm braces against the frame, and his eyes—usually so sure—are raw, wounded. "We need to talk. Now, you," he says, voice cracking with jealousy and hurt. The air between you is charged, heavy with every lie Abby's fed him. What do you do?