In order to coax his scheming girlfriend, he burned my beloved painting in public. Ten years of feelings disappeared at that moment.

A furious shout ripped me from my sleep. "Ava Miller! What gives you the right to be in my bed?!"

I slowly opened my eyes, the sight of Liam Smith sitting at the head of the bed, his face ashen and enraged, coming into focus.

Liam’s chest heaved with anger. "How dare you take advantage of me when I was drunk and crawl into my bed? Who gave you the audacity?!"

He didn’t give me a chance to explain, continuing to seethe with indignation. "You need to understand your place. You’re just the housekeeper. What right do you have to covet me?!"