eather shoes hit the thick Persian rug in the living room

ilure flooded her mouth. She grabbed a white hotel towel

soles left dark stains on the expensive rug.

littering Manhattan skyline stretched out beyond the windows, completely ignored. He didn't even turn around when

ehind him. She reached

on

could sense her desperate proximity without even needing t

ely let the edge of the towel slip an i

oice cracking. "He humiliated me in

held zero temperature. He looked her up and down,

andals," he said flatly. "Your amateur

's face. She took a step forward, trying to us

shed a strict, impenetrable social distanc

cket. His thumb swiped across the screen. He

both of her hands over his hand,

e back of Cassius's hand snapped taut. He looked d

oked at him with a mix of begging and defiance. She was bett

calculating the cost. Then, he let out a short, mocking laugh.

hone back int

n playing with my son's

embled from the sheer degradation. But she forced her spine

his arms into his black cashmere overcoat. His move

im. She couldn't l

ed, her voice shaking. "Afraid t

he coat. He turned his head slightly. He look

tique gold pocket watch from the valet t

inted to the entryway and threw her arms out, p

st a dark shadow under the dim entryw

ded. His patience

. Her chest heaved. The towel threatene

pened them, there was nothing left but absolute cruelty.

o much force that Corrine lost her footing

dn't look down at her. He pulled the door