Maxwell's POV
I walked out of my office, down the stairs, through the foyer, and out to where my car was waiting in the driveway.
I didn't say a word. Didn't trust myself to speak. Could barely trust myself to breathe without screaming.
My driver was already in the vehicle, waiting to take me to the office. I yanked open the door and slid into the backseat.
"Step out," I said, my voice dangerously quiet.
"Sir?"
"Get. Out. Of. The. Car."
The driver's eyes widened, and he jumped out immediately, closing the door behind him.
The moment I was alone, I lost it.
"FUCK!"
I slammed the passenger seat with so much force to make the entire car shake.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCKKKKKKK!"
I hit the seat again. And again. Pouring every ounce of rage and frustration and desperation into each blow until my knuckles screamed and my chest heaved.
She's dating Gabriel. GABRIEL. Fucking Gabriel.
