Trapped In His Dark Possessive Embrace

lets. Brandy Clarke sat in the backseat, her eyes fixed on the blurred neon lights bleeding across the wet glass. She hadn't bothered to w

ed through the sliding glass doors, shivering slightly as the hyper-conditioned air of the lobby hit her wet cloth

break room. The door was propped open, and she paused instinctively. Inside, a colleague w

Brandy?" the colleague asked, t

ing into the doorway and scan

g for s

nd?" Brandy asked, tr

hours ago. She's not on th

er lip-a nervous habit she couldn't quite shake. Finally, she couldn't stop the question from slippin

ind of money, he has a whole team of private concierge doctors at his disposal. Why would a billionaire stay in a stuffy hosp

n for a second. He

en who represented the absolute elite of their respective fields-Barron lacked nothing. Why had she even wo

ressing the sharp sting of disa

beep of the heart monitor. Her father was resting, his breathing shallow but even. Martha, the

bbed a thick, dry towel from the linen closet and draped it over Brandy's head, vigorously rubbing her damp hair. "Go to the b

s over her. She pulled a clean white button-down shirt from the small w

less exhausted, Martha was already han

ng in disapproval. "He's usually made an appeara

y said flatly, picking up a medi

t even called t

y, I shouldn

y, sweetheart, I know things are tense. But in a marriage, you can't always be s

smile. "I hear you, Martha. Plea

ughter," Martha lamented, shaking her head. "You and your

my dad and I just aren't that lucky." The mention of her late mother b

waving her hand dismissively. "O

and lowered her head,

inst the glass table. A text message fr

the notification, and a high-res

fr

to a sheer, black lace slip. Beneath them lay a pair of women's lacy underwear tangled with men's briefs. Brandy recognized the dress s

was a taunting

band's underwear, have you? Is a sham of a m

e screen, and then,

could have easily fired back a scathing reply, putting the woman in her place. But the truth was, she didn't car

sked, noticing the lon

orry. With a flick of her thumb, she de

. "He said he's tied up at a networking e

at all hours," Martha chided gently. "You nee