f Wall Street' settled back onto Adrian Donovan's face. Th

l against his skin. He closed his eyes, intending to

word echoed i

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l room, her eyes wide with a mixture of drug-induced haze and terror. Sh

e scent of her hair, and her eyes. They wer

he incident was an anomaly, a chaotic disruption to his

, it wa

executive assistant, Mark Peterson, was wa

reports for the acquisition are on your de

sprawled beneath him, a glittering carpet of light. He sat behind his massiv

rhythmic tapping on the po

The St. Regis. I had you handle the situatio

's life, paused for only a fraction of a second. "You're ref

He hadn't known her name

, his voice fl

cently discovered biological daughter of the Carlisle family. However, shortly after that

to drop several degrees. Mark felt

an's voice was d

released a statement claiming she was ungrateful and had attempted

n's lips. Julian. His foolish, easily-led c

. Seraphina had likely meant for Julian to walk into that room-creating a scandal that would ruin the "real" Carlisle daughter and secure Seraphina's pos

s gut. It was a mix of irritation and some

s one-night

had dared to discipline someone who had, however b

-colored eyes. Now she was cast out, sent

e

cal equation. If there was even a chance she was pregnant-and he knew, with clinical precision, that it was possible-then sh

was merely the natural response of a man protect

longer distant. They were sharp, focused, the eyes

Mark. "I want her complete file

mediately. "And send a team

, but it carried the absolute,

And bring