sick" yet again. But when she finally dragged herself home and scrolled through social media, her st
at sweet smile, she had been seething with envy over Lily's work ethic-and w
ruth: she wasn't his mi
swallow the bitterness. But as she got ready for bed, her phone buzzed
ites with Ex-Girlfriend Marina at Ex
owed David, devastatingly handsome in his tuxedo,
id. Her husband. The man who, after five years of marriage, still loo
e. She crumpled onto the edge of the bed, tears strea
Hardison from the mom
mbition-only to have her breath stolen the instant David strode past her desk. Sharp sui
ding
d been
ew he had b
rhythm of his moods, the way his jaw tightened before he fire
without a trace-leaving David shattered-L
era
key-soaked and hollow-eyed, he gripped her wrist li
she knew her place. She
tep. But as she turned to fetch a fresh towel, he pinned her against the wall
ony in his eyes broke her. And so, s
till on her skin-he stood by the window, smoke curling from h
it. Si
ook as she lif
ge Con
ly. No emotional attac
Until Mari
Hardison, you don't owe m
. He turned, and the look
e crushed his cigarette, his voice merciless. "My mother wan
. You'll have everything-except
between them, s
is heart. But four years of loving him in
sh part of her, if I stay
he s
she learned the torment
wless secretary-polite,
in the dark-a silent substitut
d "Marina" into her skin
champagne-colored fabric clinging to her curves. She had bought it weeks ago
ed in the
eath h
ned. The scent of his cologne-smoky sandalwood and sin-flooded the room befo
hed in his jaw
n, her pulse racing
llenge. He closed the distance in three strides, his fingers tangl
nswer, his mouth c
ossessiveness that made her knees buckle. She gasped as he backed her against the wall, his h
av
nst her throat as he bit down where her pulse flu
ndled her, the growl in his voice-was the David she crav
ht, she was w
ng kisses down her collarbone. When he carried her to the b
anded, pinning her w
His eyes were black with lust, but beneath it-wa
red in h
. Lily arched against him, nails raking down his back, meeting hi
ght. Maybe
ale sign. With a final snap of his hips, he spil
a ragged exha
through Lily's ch
-Marina's custom tone, a lilting p
hone. His voice, moments ago rough with desire, so
ghs. She watched his back-the taut muscles, the faint scars she had traced with her lips a
ly, he was all sharp edges and
suffocating. Lily sat up, clutc
ck." Not
at her. "We reconn
een marking their anniversar
her throat. "I'll pack my things.
ssion unreadable. "Marina doesn't li
d in Lily's heart li
lk as she watched him dress with mechanical efficiency-tie k
hesitate. The front door click
ars of
n a "th
orary solution. And now tha
for her to