Chapter 37

Sophia gasped as Ethan's calloused fingers dug into her wrist like iron shackles. She instinctively cradled her abdomen, the sharp pain radiating up her arm.

"Ethan Roscente!" Her voice trembled.

Dark fury swirled in his eyes as he pinned her against the wall. His warm breath scorched her ear. "Now you're scared?"

A cold sweat trickled down Sophia's spine.

His fingertips traced the frantic pulse at her throat, then he chuckled darkly. "You had plenty to say back in the private room."

Vivian staggered into view just as Ethan yanked Sophia against his chest. The drunken actress hefted a champagne bottle and swung at his skull.

"You bastard!"

Without turning, Ethan caught her wrist mid-air. Glass shattered across the marble floor in a glittering explosion.

"Vivian!" Sophia cried out.

Ethan's gaze turned predatory. "Your friend cares so much." His thumb stroked Sophia's collarbone. "Should we let her watch how I—"

"Shut up!" Sophia clamped a hand over his mouth.

Vivian hiccuped, then burst into drunken laughter. "Sophia, look! His ears are red! This asshole's actually blushing!"

Ethan's expression darkened to storm clouds.

Sophia twisted free, only to be hauled over his shoulder like a sack of grain. He strode toward the private elevator, voice glacial. "Tonight, I'll show you what a real bastard looks like."

"Put me down!" Her kicks faltered when she met his bloodshot glare.

As the elevator doors slid shut, Vivian's shrieks echoed through the lobby. "Ethan Roscente! I'll hire a hitman by morning!"

Inside the mirrored enclosure, Ethan slammed Sophia against the cold surface. Her back met icy reflection while his scorching body trapped her.

"A hitman?" He nipped her earlobe. "Worry about yourself first."

Sophia trembled violently until the ding of arrival pierced the tension.

When the penthouse suite door crashed open, her tears finally broke free. "Ethan... I'm pregnant."

Every muscle in his body locked.