The Secret Diary Of My Ruthless Ex-Husband

or vibrated through the floorboards

t knot. She looked through the peephole. The dim hallway

ainst the doorfra

Clayton's large palm slammed against the wood. He forced his way into

e hard, solid muscle of his chest. It was useless. He didn't even b

apartment door shut. The loud crack echoe

neck. The overwhelming stench of expensive whiskey and stale cold

broken. It sounded like a desperate confession

d her jaw so hard her teeth ached. She grabbed handfuls

ulling her flush against his body in a crush

t held her, swaying slightly,

llided with the pathetic, lingerin

looked down at her, his bloo

whispered, her voice shaking. "I need your help. I need a lawyer. W

ating tension in

es died. It was replaced b

ly, his movements stiff and mechanical. He reached dow

d. She reached out, her fingers

He stepped back, putting ph

o a cruel, mocking sneer. "You think I'd risk my reputati

t tightened so hard she couldn't breathe. She grabbed a throw pil

dead-eyed look. He turned his back on her and walked

he apartment was deafening. The faint scent of his

e cold hardwood floor. She ran to the window and ripped the

Rover. His steps were slightly uneven. He pulled

o life, cutting thr

dried up, burned away by

her phone off the coffee tabl

report a drunk driver. A black Range Rover. License plate C-S-8-8-2.