A woman’s forced, shaky breaths, mixed with a man’s low, suggestive chuckles, and the faint thuds of furniture being bumped, all reached my ears at once.
A wave of heat rushed to my head, then drained in an instant, leaving my arms and legs cold.
I didn’t look at the assistant again.
I lifted my hand and pushed the door open.
The door hit the wall hard.
The scene inside the office appeared right in front of me with nothing hidden.
The messy desk, documents scattered, the chair pushed aside, and Zion leaning against the desk with his clothes in disarray, while Maeve was half leaning into his hold, her skirt wrinkled, her face flushed.
The air carried a sickening smell.
Maeve jumped in surprise; the next moment, her eyes watered instantly, and she curled into Zion’s arms by instinct.
I stood in the doorway, my fingers pressing into the frame, a tight pain spreading across my belly.
“Zion.” My voice shook.
“Why did you hand the clothes I got ready for my baby… to this woman’s dog?”
The moment she heard that, Maeve’s tears dropped right away.