Chapter 133 Corporate Sins

• From under the desk, I watched Ace roughly scrub my lipstick off his lips like it offended his entire bloodline.
• He straightened his tie with so much aggression I thought it would snap in half, then ran a hand through his hair like he was trying to massage the irritation out of his skull.
• He shoved his chair closer to the desk, practically jamming it into my ribs, but I didn’t make a sound. I was too busy fighting back a snort.