hone, dark and silent on the vast mahogany desk. No new message

s he pictured the empty side of his bed that morni

he look of a man who's bee

exotic birds, strolled into the office as if he owned it. He was followed

d them, his face pale. "Mr. Sterling, I'm so

heard the news about your marriage, sir. They cam

Ethan exclaimed in p

forehead. "Are you delirious? You? Alistair Sterling? The man who

st last week, your grandmother Victoria was asking me to recommend a therap

tightened. "S

ssed, his eyes wide. "Wh

was surprised to find a faint, unfamiliar w

then at each other. The e

er finally managed to trap you?" Axel de

e words feeling solid on his

ge of the desk, landing on his feet with a startled thud, his jaw dropping in comical horror. Ethan froze

desperate plea for sanity. "Chloe? As in... Izzy's Chloe?

was a terrifying stranger. "Alistair, you are thirty-six. There is a fourteen-year age gap.

ng a hand through his hair. "I mean, I knew you were repressed, but I didn't know you were 'secret

unfazed by their theatrics. He was

as threatening to name a second cousin as the heir. I merely assured her that, to the best of my knowledg

me earlier," he said, his voice dropping half a

osphere in the

ittle punk from the Hays family? Y

currently seeking a new round of financing. Several o

voice dangerously quiet.

both men take an involuntary step back. For the fi

my woman's af

ode towards the door, leaving Axel and Ethan exchanging