th. There was a strange feeling in his chest and he couldn't shake it. It wasn't the rage that had driven him for the past ten years. And it definitely wasn't em

or the name of perfume. But Delilah Farris reminded him more of a horrible stink. He'd never m

feeling in his chest get stronger.

dn't stop thinking about the way she'd spoken to him. Her finger pointed at him as if he were a child. And the oddly

woman, forcing himself to face the thing he didn't want to think abou

had agreed to be seen on his arm. And of course, everyone wanted his money. But they always watched him out of the corner of their eyes-like they were worried he migh

friends on the way. And always, always they whispered about him. He'd heard the rumors. He knew what the stories said he might be. It didn't seem to matter that the stories were li

wn mother and sister hurt. He'd been so determined not to become his own abusive father, so angry

e out of keeping important wom

er. He knew most women found him attractive-but also scary. Most days, the only

s lonely. In his softer moments it made him sa

im think of

him down as if he didn't frighten her at all. If she hadn't been telling him how to run his business (no one told him tha

He was angry with he

ne entered, it appeared to be a wall covered in television screens and art. But when he pushed a button under the lip of his desk, the wall peeled back in panels, revealing a

is hard work was revealed, and he immediately walked to that client screen and began t

at first. But her star was already fading. Soon the public would have forgotten who she even was. And maybe she knew that. Maybe that's actually why she'd secretly met with a journalist an

client could take that could truly

r why. And now it was grating on his very last nerve. With his history, if rich and famous women couldn't be

heir clients to make sure everyone was safe. Because Dane himself made twice-daily, random checks. It could be on any client, at any time.

er. Dane couldn't change the past. But he could change the future. His staff needed to be terrified of him. It was the only

im--their commitment to making sure he had no reas

ise they'd all be putting their fingers in his face and lecturi

't stay. But just for a moment, before he fired her, he'd stay here, alone, and appreciate the fi

was a firecracker. And he was a night sky. He would