Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 12

Donovan's blood boiled at the sight of Giselle's smug expression. He moved closer.

"It's always about the money with you, isn't it? Whatever you're trying to bleed him for—name your price. I'll pay it right now."

As he pulled out his phone to make the transfer, Giselle let out a derisive laugh. "Donovan, you don't seriously believe every man I'm with is just for money, do you? You couldn't be more wrong."

She stood up, closing the distance between them, her eyes locked on his. "Let me spell it out for you. Zachary is the 'younger guy' who took me out for late-night snacks last time. We've known each other for six months now.

"Unlike a stale 34-year-old like you, he's young, energetic, sweet, romantic, and actually meets my emotional needs. So yeah, I've decided to date this perfect, adorable younger guy. Why ruin things by bringing money into it?"

Donovan fought to keep his anger in check, his voice rough as he demanded, "You slept with him?"

Giselle smirked. "Yeah. He's just as good as you and way more in sync with me. In just six months, we've done it more times than you and I did in an entire year—"

Before she could finish speaking, he struck her hard across the face.

For a split second, Giselle froze, her mind going completely blank from the shock. But just as fast, she snapped out of it and slapped him across the cheek with twice the force.

Before Donovan could react, she landed another furious kick on him. She'd aimed away from his vulnerable spot and hit only his thigh, but the blow was still sharp enough to hurt. She caught the flash of suppressed rage in his eyes.

Just then, Anne walked in at the perfect moment and caught the scene unfolding.

"Don!" She rushed over and began frantically checking him for injuries. "Are you okay?"

When Anne noticed the trickle of blood at Donovan's lip from the slap, she immediately grabbed a tissue and dabbed it away.

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify