f Wall Street' settled back onto Adrian Donovan's face. Th
l against his skin. He closed his eyes, intending to
word echoed i
e
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,
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