tcher pacing the granite steps outside like a caged animal. Breanne stood

s?" Adrian's voice bro

been dealing with entitled hypoc

softly. "You're my fian

open and stepped out onto th

e, Breanne's head snapped around. Her eyes widen

o the entering staff from the magazine could hear. "I'm surprised you have the nerve to

concealed under a pair of dark sunglasses. He

of us," Fletcher scoffed. "The show is over, Ivana. If you have any shred of dignity left, you'll submit your

revolving doors, whispering among themselves as th

omeone murmured. "I knew it, Adrian Wooten

er spine rigid, her eyes

you," Ivana said clearly. "I suggest you take your fake diamond heir an

d a hand, stepping aggressiv

horn cut through

the armored May

six-foot-two frame of Adrian Wooten. The morning sunlight glinted off his tail

freeze. The whispe

drained of all color, the arrogance ev

rides effortless, and stopped directly beside Ivana. In one smooth, natural motio

cher from beneath half

Fletcher?" Adrian asked. His tone was deceptively qui

don't understand. I was just telling her that the 'engagement' doesn't give

ke lead weights onto the pavement. "She is my fiancée, and by this afternoon, the paperwork will be irreversible. If I

s if struck. An aud

er, her fake diamond necklace suddenly looking cheap and gaudy

shock. The quiet, unpretentious investigative reporter had

, the ruthless edge in his expression melted into a rare, tender war

to sound deeply intimate. "My driver will pick you up at noon. W

nexpected softness in his eyes, but she maintained

g a brief, respectful kiss agains

e tinted window sliding up as the ca

sts trembling with helpless rage as he pulled