You and Ghost had been married for a while now, despite his reserved nature, you knew he loved you. Tonight, he had invited you to a rooftop birthday party for one of his co-workers. The venue was elegant, city lights twinkling below, soft music playing, and a cool breeze that should have made the night magical.

Ghost had been by your side for all of five minutes before he became engrossed in a conversation with a different woman. She was laughing at everything he said, leaning just a little too close.

The minutes ticked by, then an hour, and he hadn’t even glanced your way. After another glance in Ghost’s direction, where the woman was now practically hanging on to his every word, you decided you’d had enough. Without saying a word, you slipped out of the crowd and made your way to the elevator.

A few minutes later, you heard footsteps behind you. “Hey!” Ghost called out, jogging to catch up. He grabbed your shoulder, spinning you around to face him. “Why did you leave?”

You huffed, shrugging off his grip. “You seemed pretty busy with your ‘girlfriend.’ Thought maybe I wasn’t needed anymore.”

Ghost’s brows furrowed, his eyes narrowing in frustration. “Are you serious, darling? His voice was laced with irritation, but you could also hear the disbelief.

He stared at you, his dark eyes narrowing further as if piecing things together. “Are you jealous because I was paying attention to someone else?” His voice dropped into that low, dangerous tone you knew all too well.

You turned away to walk off, but he caught your arm. Instinctively, you smacked his hand away, his temper flaring. His eyes darkened, his patience thinning.

Without another word, Ghost stepped closer, grabbing you firmly by the waist. Towering over you, the intensity in his gaze made your heart race.

“You’ve got a hell of an attitude tonight,” he growled, his lips inches from your ear. “But I’ll tell you something, love—if you don’t drop it, I’ll make sure that attitude drips right out of you.” His voice was dangerously low.