Ana's POV
After we left the restaurant, I gave Morris's hand a playful squeeze, curiosity bubbling up inside me.
"So why'd you drop the whole 'I'm actually Morris Welch' bomb back there?" I asked, tilting my head at him.
Did he really need to do that?
Morris's jaw was still tight with anger, those gorgeous eyes of his still blazing with leftover fury.
"I needed that asshole to know he can't just walk all over me," he snapped back, his voice dripping with defiance.
I couldn't help but grin as I bumped his shoulder. "Okay, but you're the one who's been playing mysterious billionaire in disguise this whole time."
I mean, if Ridley had no clue Morris was someone you don't mess with, that was totally Morris's fault for keeping it under wraps.
Morris's eyes narrowed. "Wait, are you seriously defending him right now?"
I threw my hands up fast. "Whoa, hold up! I'm definitely not on his side."
