's eyelids like

e. The adrenaline crash from last night was worse than any h

a heavy, black men's dress shirt had been dra

nt rush. The live stream.

e

pulled the oversized black shirt tight

eam billowed out, carrying t

Phillips

ng to the hair on his chest, trailing down over defined ab

rious wreck from last night. He looked lik

e clear, cold, and calculating. He looked at h

said. His voice was

useless shield. "Mr. Phillips. Thank you

d up a document, and tossed it ont

said. "Fill in the amount on

late, but the blank line for the settlement figure was an i

he mirror to adjust his wet hair, "about the fact that I didn't thro

kness being exposed. The great Gerhardt Phillips, cured of his famo

er ignite in her chest.

document. "You thi

cially one who just nuked her own engagem

Of course

look at the amount line. She ripped the doc

tti rain down on

lowly. His jaw ti

m not a prostitute, Mr. Phillips. And I'm not a blackmailer. Last night, you were the one holding onto me when

ght hit her. A flicker of somet

ang. A sharp,

ger Helena is here. And the press is swarming the l

lips' penthouse the morning after her engagement imploded,

, then back at her. The cal

button. The heavy curtains slid

ed towa

the edge of the chaise lou

ing," he

She flinched, ex

re cool, his palm dry. He paused, waiting. She saw h

ng ha

A strange, electric jolt went thro

" he whispere

om door b

mand to know wh

d a cane that looked like a weapon stood in th

a Phillips. T

t's hand on Isa's shoulder to her wrinkled r

in front of her, shielding her slightl

gnition dawning. "The Faulkner girl? The one wh

loor to open up

mile spreading across her face. "And sh

Gerhardt

Monday. They want to discuss your... stability. The rumors about your '

e?" Isa c

ng to leave. "Or I freeze your ten percent. An

r click

's shoulder instantly. He looked a

"it seems the pri