LYN

er doors, drawing alarmed looks from the security guards. I ignore

e about his shocked expression. I marched straight tow

hloe Foster, caught sight of me. A flas

r is..." she

ld zero warmth. I bypassed the front desk entirely

e go with a complicated look. Everyone in this buildin

erratic heartbeat. I stared at my hollow reflection in the me

oor. The hallway was lined with thick carp

was highly unusual. He was a control freak who n

. I slowed my steps, approachin

unmistakable wet friction of bodies gri

oice whined in pleasure. "What if your pl

d in my veins turned to ice. It was

an is pathetic. Her whole world revolves around pureeing vegetables and fussing over a si

y sharp pants. "She actually thought you'd rush hom

ecutive chair creaking under violent, rhythmic thrusts. "She's

h. Every drop of blood rushed to

st the heavy wooden doo

ke thunder across t

s undone and bunched around his knees. Dianne was straddling his lap, her silk dress bunched entirely up to h

ainst the glass as she hastily tugged down her twisted skirt, chest heaving. A momentary

motions, his face dark with fury-not from

trousers and glaring at my bare feet with disgust. "Have

so tight I could barely breat

like lead onto t

ures, quickly smoothed away by cold irritation. He didn't drop to his

ow. "And whose fault is that, Joslyn? You have literally one job in this mar

e a serrated blade t

ospital!" my voice cracked, raw and

the time. If he died, it's because you were too incompetent, too hysterical to manage it properly!

aux sympathy. "Joslyn, Brad has billion-dollar deals to run. You shoul

yourself. Barefoot, unkempt, screaming like a bitter fishwife in my corporate he

ac

o it, whipping my hand across his

head snapped sideways, his hair falling messily over his forehead

es darkening into pitch-black fury. Dianne let o

bed with heat, but inside my chest, the agonizin

competent?

king laugh, taking a

ing to convince me I was nothing without your name. But you seemed to have

my gaze rake over him wi

look at on the street. I shrunk myself to play the devoted, gentle wife for a mediocre coward who co

lipstick to her trembling legs, then looked right back into Brad'

with my leftover scraps? Be my guest. Start

bulging on his neck. "What

side-piece behind closed doors. And I am going to paint this entire city red. Billionaires, heirs, dangerous

" Brad snarled, taking a

ery time another man touches my skin, every time I come home smelling like someone else,

unned, suffocating fury. Dianne looked utterly humili

ve them ano

as I strode out through the heavy double doors. Behind me lay the ashes of the weak woman the