eavy blackout curtains, hitting Elizabeth direct

her head against the feather pillow. Dorian was asleep besid

her bare legs. The air conditioning chilled her heated skin. She picked u

in the hallway. Muff

rp beep of a

edge of the mattress, and deliberately pulled the lapel

up slowly, and grabbed his own robe, pulling it ov

lew open, slamming

aning heavily on her silver-tipped can

usion before she forced them into manufactured horror, and

d. She had stormed down the hallway primed for room 402, only to find it empty and the presidential suit

tled red. He lunged forw

dwood floor. The sharp crack echoed in the

dboard. He lazily tied the belt of his ro

, Grandmother," Dorian said

sleeves and took a step towa

ure tomorrow's headline, 'Cantu Heir Throws Tantrum and Assaults Man in Bride's Bed,' will do wonders for the stock price. Give the press a real show." Acey froze mid-step. The mo

to the side of the bed. Tears spill

ice cracking. "How could you betray Acey? You ruined th

the distinct click and flash

ght the press. They wanted

playing the part of the broken, caught woman. Beneath t

bodyguards in the hall. "Get

flashes had already

t Elizabeth. "I will never marr

remaining reporters in the hall. "The

ck and wrapped her arms around Acey's waist, pre

t the door. "Get your things and

y, suffocating silence. T

shift in Elizabeth's posture. He saw the pred

g his arms on his knee

er phone from the nightstand. She wip