Sold To The Ruthless Wall Street Tycoon

od shivering by the f

d the Manhattan skyline. The rain lashed against the p

kles were white. The fabric was soaked through, clinging to her

any double doors of the pen

p, like a gunshot

ath hitched in her throat

hed a fourteen-hour day on Wall Street. His charcoal bespoke suit was immaculate. He r

tirely, his long strides carrying him straight to

r and fear. She tried to find her voice, but the oppressive silen

ss. The liquid splashed softly. He finally turned, leaning his hi

iff legs to move. She

bailout. The Gonzalez Group is going under. My father is in t

a slow, deliberate sip. His expression was

on his massive desk. The crystal hit

ed in Carolina's chest. "You walked into my office, dripping wet, to

tasting blood. It was a nerv

her chest heaving. "I am offering my sha

to walk toward her. His steps were sl

e stepped back, her low heels sinking into the plush carpet,

owhere le

right arm and placed his large palm flat against

apped

arwood and expensive scotch washed o

whispered, his breath brushing he

ears pricked the corners of her

ice a desperate plea. "What el

. His dark eyes locked

absolutely no room for negotiation. "Tha

The air rushed

k to a dark room, heavy hands, the suffocating panic of being pinned down. Her

weighed the image of her father dying on a hospita

pulled back slightly, dropp

" he said coldly.

ed to w

ai

abbed the lapels of his tailored suit jacket.

the world. She pulled him down and press

of desperation. Her lips were stiff, closed ti

tire body went completely rigid. He was genuinel

predator

tangled in her damp hair, holding her firmly in place. He tilted her head

mouth. Her fists clenched his jacket so hard her fingern

uptly brok

t rising as his breathin

lization. Jerrad Hutchinson had been her fiancé for three years, but Gerard knew ins