say anything, just stared down at her as if she were a pa

tle shove; it was a dismissive, forceful

uit jacket where she had touched

the name `Cyrus Montgomery`. A muscle in Damian's jaw j

before I hang up and have my legal tea

ruel smile touching his lip

ned back to his assistant

rectly in his path to the VIP office. He was a wa

f my way,"

had just overheard. "And based on the look on your face, you're also dealing with a board that's trying to force your hand. You need a

icker of genuine interest. He took a half-step closer, his s

d a marriage certificate to execute a clause in a trust fund. It's a simple, private matter. I can be your perfect shield. A wife in name

et of intense silence around them. He was studying her, his mind v

hat could be used and then easily discarded. It was a m

spread across his lips.

," he

ward the VIP registration window. "

f hundred-dollar bills discreetly changin

em frigid. It felt less like a wedding and mo

purse. Her hand was perfectl

the name softly, tasting it, a flicker of some

Damian's intense gaze, practically t

me with a few sharp, angry strokes. He slid the pen and the do

ed up the pen, its metal still warm

ammed the official seal onto it with a l

into his inner jacket pocket. He stood up and look

o me now, Iso