The Trophy Wife's Fiery Escape

amidst the joyful anarchy. His presence was an unwelcome chill that spread through the crowded roo

rs. Griffin's gaze, sharp and unforgiving, immediately locked onto my hand, then fli

, but it cut through the club's

isibly swallowed. He hesitated for a split second

sp, the contact burning my skin. "What do

were now a storm of barely contained fury. "What are you doing here

at kind of place this is. It's a place where I can be mys

lesh. "We're leaving." It wasn't a suggestion; it was an order. He dragged me thro

oor slammed shut with a sickening thud, trapping me inside. I immediately reached

snarled, strugglin

ice was cold, his eyes devoid of any warmth. "Ru

voice laced with venom. "And my responsibilities

n. And you will remember your place. My family, our family, has rules. Rules you seem determined to

es. "Your rules are a cage, Griffi

ained everything. "And you will conduct yourself

it echoed loudly in the confines of th

er of genuine shock, quickly replaced by something I couldn't quite deciphe

impeccably composed world shatter. But a more vindictive part of me wanted to savor the moment,

ill upset about the accident. I'm just acting out. You know me,

are unacceptable. They reflect poorly on you. And on me." He paused, his gaze sweeping over my club clothes. "Go ho

show of smoothing my dress, a small, defiant gesture. I slid out of the car, slamming the do

red him a saccharine-sweet smile, the kind Charlie perfected, then winked. A

eering wheel. But he didn't say anything. He just watched me

den