The Almighty Tycoon Returns For Her

heavy door of the

bare ankle. The early autumn wind of Manhattan whipped around her, sinking straight

amped down on April

of a horn from the car behind them. She yanked April toward t

ck walls in front of the brass doors. They

eft grunted, his voice devoid of any warm

er manicured fingers moving frantically, and pulled out a cu

immediately straightened. He stepped

y stepped inside, the heavy bass of the music slammed into April's

the dance floor. April stumbled, her shoulder slammi

nce whipped around and shot him a glare so lethal

ng for them to follow. He led them to a se

the plush velvet so

her fingers at the

e," Constance shouted over the music. "We are cel

vers. But the thought of her nominal husband returning from Europe tomorrow flashed i

t the prices. She dragged her finger across the page, ordering three bottl

missed calls from the Poole family. A cold, bitter laugh caught in her throat. Th

wearing deep-V black shirts, marched toward their booth. They carried a glow

fa right next to April. The overpowering scent of his heavy cologne hit her no

pilled over the edges. He poured a glass and brought it

head sharply, d

lass from his grip and tipped it back, swallowing half of it

ith another model. She was completely oblivious to the dark

rm over the back of the sofa, leaning his body weight toward

sliding her hips further into the corner until

eynolds sat deep in a leather armchair. His long, calloused

scotch, walked over with

tly. His dark eyes pierced through the one-way glass, lo

surrounded by male models. His jaw dropped. H

April?" Pier

harp, metallic clack echoed in the tense air. The

. It felt like a massive, apex predator had just locked its jaws onto the back of her

ering over him, kept leaning in. He reached out, his fingers g

pped his

trembling with a mixture of annoyan

k, pouting his lips in a fake

t breathe. Her chest tightened. She slammed her glass down on the table and b

hts of the dance floor, past the cr

e pitch-black VIP sect

ouldered silhouette was unmistakable. He was l

nd the writhing bodies, she crashed straight into a pair of

ed into April's chest and squeezed her heart until it