Bound By The Cruel Tycoon's Deal

ne, and the watchful eyes of New York's elite. Dee stood besid

d never let her expression falter. No one noticed her fingers tightening

ined cold aga

ered, his warm breath brushing against her ear. Th

the practiced smile of a w

d in a swirl of pink chiffon and false i

are absolutely perfect toget

ed in place. "Than

prison sentence followed her through the night. Every glance reminded her of th

ny's hand, holding on to him

n, a pillar of stillness in the swirling chaos. Guests spoke his name in

noticed the stare. He gave Dee a

id, before making his way t

voice laced with a respe

is dark, bottomless eyes never

the powder room," she told Brittaney, needing a

er heels. As Dee approached the corner leading to the lounge, fa

nce. "That old fool is finally locked up. W

rling. Once she signs that pre-nup, everything she has wil

, stumbling back until her shoulders pressed against

urned slimy, intimate. "Not like that prude Dee.

then Brittaney's breathy moan. "So, are

went numb, then cold. She bit down on her l

dn't s

hat pricked her eyes were forced back down,

She walked in the opposite direct

ng alone in the corner, radiating a

lo M

bartender started toward her, but stopped sho

was analytical, dissecting. A faint, almost invisible

Dee said, her v

quid fire burned a path down her throa

im, her eyes lo

began, "can I as

-in his dark eyes. A woman who was about to marry his cousin, app

h. She leaned in, her voice a des

re. To your room.

fted to a flicker of cold indifference. He looked at her flus

a last, desperate act, her cold

hen back up to her face. A slo

cour

He ignored the shocked stares as he le

walking back from the terrace, their faces a mask of smug

he cold, mirrored wall. His mouth came down on hers, a

. The bed beside her was empty. A single business card on

apartment door, she saw her. Judith Monroe, Donny's mother,

the coffee table. The images captured Dee an

"You shameless whore. Not even married into our family, and