over and m

ouse, Bryanna was there to we

ead, her innocent, wide eye

's hand. "What rich young man doesn't fall into th

cent was at a shady nightclub. I didn't believe it, so I went

tly. "You're seeing him now.

ds, sobbing. "I begged him to leav

owed. "Then let Cli

ad. "Clint already t

is, he might not listen to us, but he won't have the h

and starte

you," Bryanna c

option, she wouldn't have

d driver, was dependable. With him th

ng music, and wild indulgence. People clung to o

ands reached out, trying to grab he

he VIP lounge, she was hit

arette hanging from his fingers, his other

p, feeding him wine, the smoke

osed and dignified-

c stopped. All eye

softly, "Uncle Vincent, Miss Da

g with mockery. "Isn't this the orphan the Stewarts too

nizing him-Connor Russell, the notorious s

behind him, Connor was

nothing good to come from Vincent bei

ly, his eyes dark with desire. He lif

k of her hair, bringing it to his nos

rumbled menacingly

hiver run dow

, pressing the glass of wine to Iris's lips. "Si

ang around

shattered, red liquid spilling across the fl

frozen in disbelief, blood

ottle, wiping his fingers casu

realize-the "get lost" ha

he addressed the room. "Consider all deals cancelled. St

through th

re night trying to conv

, it had all

und Iris's shoulders, tee

incent practically shoved Iris

tered, his voice husky, his

s the most exclusi

anna couldn't secure a unit, despite her high co

shing past the slit of her dress. "I do

ied an edge of

-laced scent of his breath. Calmly, she said, "Miss Dawson a

ce," he murmured, his teeth brushing her earlobe,

she could stop it. In a panic, she

a's most trusted men, Vincent st

ed the silence. Vincent pressed Ir

answere

ckled through. "Hav

ith darkness, blurring the bou

r, Vincent be

ic tearing echoed

r stung Iri

ress, his hand slippin

steady her voic

answer. His touch, rough just mome

the sound of Elian

his-Elianna is still waiting for him.

one from her hand and ended the call. Grabb

ed with his familiar col

etraying her. A stor

ild, she had never

d returned, she was force

ed into Skyc

Iris's flushed face. "Mr. Stewart is d

y against her, appear

oice, Iris helped

-before she could even react, she found h

Clint. "You can take a month

ce, nodded, and drove

she had walked straight in

onto the bed, pinni

ime had been

amiliarity, all mixed with

s just as ragged, but his movemen

macy wasn't only pain; beyond

gers lazily twirling a card between them. A mocking smile tugged at his lips.

e card, but Vincent fl

l president? Or is he just some schol

as thick wi

quietly putting on

il president-one of the univ

a privileged background. He

s his feelings to her. And worse-V

e card, and slipped

g a black card in her direction. "No

t with him? Iris set the credit card