C67 Journey to hell

"Stella's point of view,"

"Ethan Woods, who do you think you are?" I rubbed my wrists as I glared fiercely at him.

He can't just impose himself on me like that. Other than our contractual relationship, there is nothing between us that would allow him to assert his rights against me. I warned him repeatedly, but to feed his ego, he left a hickey mark on my neck