Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 175

Chapter 175

Anna’s POV

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My hands trembled slightly, whether from anger or the strange lightness starting to creep into my head, I wasn’t sure.

Anna: At a party.

Roman: What party? With who?

Anna: A friend.

Roman: Laurent.

It wasn’t a question. Of course he’d figure it out. Roman always figured things out.

Anna: You’re close. But I’m waiting on him. Right now, I’m just drinking.

There was a longer pause this time. I could almost feel his fury radiating through the phone.

Roman: You’re drinking? At a party where Laurent isn’t present? Anna, what the fuck are you thinking?

Roman: That man is not your friend. He’s dangerous. He preys on innocent young women like you.

Anna: And you don’t?

Roman: This isn’t about me. Tell me where exactly you are. Righ now.

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“Anna.” Pierre’s voice through my focus with irritation. “Who are you texting that’s so important? On my birthday?”

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I looked up, suddenly aware that I’d been completely ignoring him. His expression had darkened, the friendly mask slipping.

“Sorry, just… work stuff.”

“Work.” His lip curled. “Tell them to fuck off. You’re at a party. My party.”

He reached out, his fingers closing around my wrist, the one holding the champagne glass. “You know what would help you relax? Actually drinking that instead of just holding it like a prop

He guided my hand upward, the glass moving toward my lips. Caught off guard and not wanting to create a scene, I took another sip.

The champagne went down smoothly, but that bitter aftertaste was stronger this time.

I pulled my hand free, lowering the glass.

“Better,” Pierre said, watching me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. “See? Not so bad.”

My phone buzzed again, insistent.

Roman: Answer me. Where is your location?

That reckless feeling surged stronger. Maybe it was the champagne, or maybe it was just weeks of pent-up frustration finally breaking free.

The need to hurt him the way he’d hurt me burned hot in my chest. To make him feel powerless for once.

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