his jaw feathered as he stared at the woma

er lungs turned to ice. She instinctively reached up to

tention. She followed his gaze, her

toward the door, Annabel rippe

hena gasped, grab

heels clicked like rapid gunfire. She planted hers

Annabel's voice was a sharp shriek that sha

r eyes darting nervously between the billionaire and t

y. He looked down at Annabel, hi

k, hiding behind Caswell's broad shoulder,

oice was absolute zero. He completely ignored Ath

ace. "Respect? You bring your mistress out in public

r lower lip quivered. "I am not a mistress,

r like a physical punch to the gut. Her stomach cramped. S

ayden entirely from Annabel's wrath.

ll ordered. He said her name with a

lt like a slap. She stared at the man she had loved f

orward, her hand raised to slap Caswe

ved Annabel back by the shoulder

her heels skidding on the m

ker but you shove your wife's best friend?" A

abbed Annabel's waist, bracing her friend a

t into Caswell's eyes. "Do not touch her."

h flared in his chest, but he shoved it down. His jaw hardened. "If you sign

hispers of the sales staff buzzed in Ath

smug, victorious smile played on her lips. She

d. She took a deep breath, forcing the vi

e back to Caswell. Her voice was terrifyingly calm. "Don'

he turned her back on them and

le, erratic beat. A sudden, uncontrollable sense of los

s sleeve. "Caswell? Are yo

range feeling down, his face returning to a mask of stone.

the parking lot. She ripped open the door of the Porsche and colla