Shattered Vows: Falling For His Worst Enemy

el swallowed the sound of Christen's stilettos. She kept her gaze on the

lounge. The heavy oak do

less moan slipped

weight settling in her pelvis. She held her breath, her body movin

m into the room, illuminating a pile of fabric discar

ow to expand. It was the exact dress her best

houettes were tangled together. The man's arm was braced against the backrest. The

er husband, Brendon Jimenez, for

t her ribs, a physical b

, drifted out. He was whispering things to

She slapped both hands over her mouth, pressing hard enough to

wall of the corridor. She gasped for air, her chest heaving,

rned a

on the first floor. The heavy bass of the music vibrated in her chest, b

he bar. Her hands shook so violently s

you have," she told the ba

iquid in one gulp. The alcohol burned a fiery path down her throat, settl

into something else. Some

her stool, her vision slightly blurred from t

o a man sitting in

money. He radiated a cold, oppressive energy. Through her alcohol-laced haze, Christe

mind. She wanted to tear Brendon's world ap

lass, and pushed herself off the stool. S

bodyguards in black suits stepped out of the

cut through the cigar smoke, landing on her flushed ch

pped back, melting

She was close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. Close

; instead, she tilted her chin up, her eyes locking onto his with a reckless glint. "Buy me a drink?" she asked

, dark chuckle vibrated in his chest. It

is long fingers shot out

forced her head up, making he

n Craft,

eath h

her name; he stripped away her pathe

apped into sharp focus. She stared at the sharp angles of

hroat. This wasn't

e capital titan. The one man her husband