ural roar of an Aston Martin DBS Superlegge

g overcoat. Kayla practically flew down the grand exterior staircase, clad in a skin-tig

around her, walking past her outstretched hand to approach C

ss paired with a tailored wool coat. Her dark hair was swe

t to touch her hip, his eyes glinting with possessive arrogance. "You

isible speck of dust from her cuff, evading hi

nto the gravel, her face flushing with jea

indulgent grin at Kayla. "O

n't pout, Chloe. You know I have to keep the heiress happy for the board. Be a good girl

thought, maintaining an expression of serene submis

er perceived docility, and walk

r and slide his long legs beneath the steering wheel, Chl

heavy-duty, tungsten-tipped jeweler's scribe sh

pressing with all her body weight. The tungsten tore through the multi-stage custom metallic paint down to

the twin-turbo V12 completely ma

eeve, pulled open the cramped rear door

console, pressing her cleavage against Chase's forea

" Kayla cooed, stroking his lapel. "Is

th one hand as the Aston Martin tore onto the Long Is

hloe pulled her burner phone from her clutch be

with a single inco

n staging at Javits tomorrow

ds, deleted the log, an

, cast-iron entrance of The Laurel Club in Manhattan's Meatpacki

r walked out of the club's revolving doors, a flesh-toned ba

o Chloe, burning with t