I thrashed against his grip. The harder I fought, the tighter he squeezed—my wrist felt ready to snap.
I forced myself to meet his eyes. "Funny. I've never seen you this worked up over Asher before."
Asher was eight years old. Zane couldn't even name his birthday.
But one spanking, and suddenly he was coming for me?
"Asher?" Confusion flickered across his face, then hardened into fury. "I'm talking about Olivia's photos. You posted them online."
"What does Asher—quit playing dumb!"
Ah.
So that's what this was about.
An afternoon was plenty of time for those pictures to blow up. Young CEO cheats with rising model—the internet ate that stuff alive.
"Oh, those photos?" I smiled. "Didn't they turn out nice? You two sent me bed shots as an anniversary gift. I figured you had no shame left to protect."
"She's your sister!" His eyes blazed red. "The most promising model in the country—and you're destroying her career!"
I was destroying Olivia?
I wrenched free and hiked up my skirt, exposing the gnarled scar tissue on my thigh.
"The agency picked me first. Olivia was jealous, so she dumped a brazier of hot coals on my leg. That's how she 'earned' her shot."