Divorced By The Boss I Slept With

opened h

The light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows was blinding. She squeezed her e

ss. It was too soft. The sheets were too

just to the harsh morning sun. The room was mass

ge of the king-sized bed. A man's black tie. A discarded suit jacket. And her own

the chest. The endless glasses of champagne. The suffocating hea

d her hea

s in his shoulders shifted slightly as he breathed. Dark hair fell across his forehead. He was undeniabl

a catastrop

nto her lungs. She carefully lifted the heavy duvet, sliding her bare

uiet room, and snatched her silk dress from the fl

her hips. She reached behind her back to pull t

sed to budge. Panic flared in her chest, making her heart race against her ribs. S

etto near the nightstand.

. The heavy duvet rustled

her fingernails biting hard into the palms of her hands. She pra

do you think

y from sleep, and compl

eyes sna

t pooled around his waist. His dark eyes were locked onto her, sharp

opping to her bare feet, and then back up to he

t what you wanted. Another notch on your belt to se

rushed up Arnetta's neck, burning her cheeks. The

d, her voice shaking wit

n said. He threw the c

in the open space of the room was suffocating

g an octave. "You hover around those galas, looking for the bi

snapped, taking a step back. "Yo

them vanished. The scent of his expensive cologne and

des hit the cold, hard glass of the floor-to-

er face. He reached out, his long fingers brushing th

lectricity up her arm, but she masked it with pure rage. She needed to

d," Arnetta

s hung i

d from his face. His dark eyes narrowed, scanning her fac

nnan repeated, his voi

heart hammering against

ond, a sharp, shrill ring

phone on th

tepped back, walking over to the nightstand. He picked

all, pressing the

n asked, his tone instantly shif

aving. She bent down and grabbed

ounter-offer," Brennan said into t

r Arnetta to hear the muffled, frantic tone o

Arnetta. A dark, calcula

rge hand wrapping around Arnett

rpet. She crashed hard against his bare chest. The

ne, his voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur. He

hone and tossed

hands, her breathing ragged. Her s

ing piece of trash

ompletely unfazed. He looked at

wanted," Brennan said

tching her single shoe, and ran toward the heavy oak door of

ot slapping against the floor. She hit the ele

ressed the lobby button. She watched the numbers

ess exposing her back, and sprinted across the marble floor. She pushed thro

A yellow cab screeche

or open and threw her

she gasped t

were shaking so badly she dropped it on the floor mat.

ered on the

hispered, her throat tig