Flash Marriage To The Secret Zillionaire

e biting chill of the early autumn wind was instantly severed, replaced by a wall of ar

other's name-Sharon. It was the sixth back-to-back call. Blaire sucked in a sha

wded booths, searching for the specific marker her

locked onto a man. He had a heavy, protruding stomach and a ch

proached. She pulled out the chair opposite him. The man looked up. His greasy eyes immediately dra

he announced, not

his fingers in the air, waving down a passing waitress with arrogant en

r notepad toward Blair

ything," Mitch inter

the waitress. "I'll have a vanilla latte. And here is my card." She pulled her c

the waitress's hand. He curled his u

unched into a loud, boastful monologue about his job. He bragged about making sixty thous

ith condescending charity, "you'll need to quit your little

er eyes. The waitress returned and set the hot latte down. Blaire wrapped her cold fingers around the ce

on. He reached into his briefcase and slapped

he stated. "You need to waive a

ers. Her chest tightened

u'll use your pre-marital savings to cover all our daily livin

rious wave. Her fingers gripped the coffee mug so tightly her knuckl

avy ceramic mug do

t jazz music seemed to pause. Heads turned from the

tally fluent. "You want me to quit my job, pay fo

the floor. She looked down at Mitch, whose face

ffee," Blaire said, her voice carrying clearly across the s

shoved his chair back and lunged upward, h

r. His momentum carried him forward, his chest slamming into the table. The water glass t

itch stood there, dripping wet and completely pathetic. He pointed a

bed her purse, didn't spare him a single backwa

woman wearing a discreet but incredibly expensive pearl n

ped a sleek, discreet directional microphone resting on the table, which had perfectly amplified every word of the disa

man in a black suit sitting rigidly beside her. "Find out

he cold Manhattan wind hit her flushed cheeks, cooling the angry heat radiating fr

rom Sharon lit up the screen: How

across the keyboard, hitting the screen with aggressi

eep into her purse, and turned h

olls-Royce Phantom glided silently around th

is head bowed as he reviewed a stack of legal documents. His sharp, cold profile was brie

t ahead, marching toward the subway entrance, completely un