Boiling Point

Don’s POV

I stormed into my hotel room, slamming the door shut behind me. The air-conditioning was in the air, but it did nothing to cool the fire burning inside me. My jaw ached from clenching so hard, and my hands were still shaking from the punch I’d thrown at Declan. The smug look on his face, the way he had laughed at me, echoed in my mind.

I tugged my tie loose, yanking it off and tossing it