Camille for hours

t, Camille. Not every

ould have been Jason-he was the only one who still referred to her like th

tions, especially not with the proposal hanging over her head. Adrian was waiti

er decision pressing down on her. She had arrived early, hoping that h

t too smooth, but there was an ed

at. She had been deliberating all morning, but she

s gaze. Her voice was firm, though her

calculating something. Then, with a quiet sigh, he walked over to his desk and pulled open a drawer. He retr

t. "You're serious abo

"What did you think? We ne

utiful, expensive, and completely out of her league.

she said. "But t

n his chair. "Terms?

business. No getting personal. I won'

u're not the only one who can make rules, Camille. You think you're in control? We both know that's not true. We have our own set of rules,

er flare. "You can't

lly. "And you'll follow my rule

r cool. "This is a business arrangement, reme

e're going to make this believable, we both need to st

e with Adrian was laughable. She could barely stand him

"But don't think for one second that I'

falter. "You'll get

over had worked magic, transforming her into someone else entirely. The sleek gown fit her perfectly, and

l fiancée, even though every fiber of her being screamed at her to get out. It was all too much

in front of a group of potential investors when Camille's phone buzzed in her po

one stoppe

said you moved on, but you

some way. Her fingers trembled as she put the phone d

popped up. This one was

e, Camille. He's not

ho was this? And why

ng. She was about to step into the limo when her phone buzzed again. Thi

art dropped. There was a new not

Had Jason known all along? Was this h

caught between two dangerous forces: Adrian's rules and J