Ethan's encounter with Vivian had left him irritated, and all he wanted now was a cold shower to wash away the unwanted anger.
He reached for his shirt, ready to toss it aside, when the sound of the living room door opening again made him freeze.
"Vivian again?"
A frustrated sigh escaped his lips as he quickly slipped his shirt back on. If she was back to try again, he'd have no patience for it.
This time, he'd throw her out himself.
He walked down the stairs, his expression sharp, but as soon as he reached the bottom, he stopped in his tracks.
It wasn't Vivian, It was Cole.
The man stood near the entrance, dressed in a black leather jacket over a plain t-shirt, his usual carefree smirk playing on his lips.
His sharp eyes glimmered with amusement as he glanced around the penthouse before locking eyes with Ethan.
"Relax, mate. You look like you were ready to murder someone," Cole teased, stepping further inside.
