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of his car. He didn't miss the immediate attention he received from both men and women walking around. He was used to attracting people's attention wherever he went. Chris was the kind of man who mo

which were very easy to get lost in was one of his weapons when it came to the ladies. Though the smart, outrageously expensive designer suit he wo

the breast pocket of his jacket completed his classy look perfectly. It was therefore not surprising that a lot of heads turned when he walked into the lobby of SL I

because Chris had a feeling Shane wouldn't want to meet him if he gave his name. It had been two days since he'd seen Shane in that meeting in Damon's office but the t

ry informed Chris with a smile as she gestured towards the comfor

Chris answered in a hoarse v

study the man who he was praying would forgive him. God, Shane looked huge, Chris thought amazed at the difference between the tiny teenaged Nick he remembered, and the strapping Shane he was looking at. Yes, he was slightly taller

nd even longer before that. He froze and just stared at Chris. It didn't escape Shane that Chris also seemed to have frozen as h

battle in an arena. Chris wasn't afraid that Shane would hurt him. He really didn't care if he did. What terrified him was the rage that the other man still felt towards him. Though Chr

hris finall

etly. Too quietly. He was shaking and Chri

f he didn't do as Shane had requested. But he needed to

ea.

all but roared,

Chris even more determined to get the furious billionaire to hear what he had to say. He would live today and fight another day, Chris thought determinedly. If it was t

meone had fisted up his heart and squeezed it dead. By the time he got to his house, his grey eyes looked lifeless, with abou

n there when he wanted to be alone to think. And at that particular moment, he needed to do a lot of thinking. Chris did not re-emerge until