Too Late Mr CEO: Watch Me Reign

exhausted body into t

o the trash can. Her hands shook as she pulled her suitcase from the closet. She began throwing her clothes, her

ck on the fron

th him. He reached behind him and locked the deadbolt. The heavy cl

on the floor, then at her suit

s voice dropping into that cold, authoritative regi

h caught, and she yanked it hard. She stood up,

e Mckinney Group," she stated. Her voice was completel

ee long strides, grabbed the handle of her suitcase, and hurled it against the wall.

hat decision," he snarle

zing glass of the floor-to-ceiling window. He pressed h

e golden blood," he said, his words slicing through the air like a scalpel. "It's virtually non-existent

, leaving her dizzy and nauseous. She stared at his handsome, ruthless face. Three ye

obile blood bank

ushing her hands against hi

nes ground together. A sharp, blinding pain shot up her arms.

tightened painfully, a strange sensation he immedia

Be there,"

he stumbled sideways, grabbing the heavy crystal ashtray from the coffee ta

dy piece of crystal, and pressed the sharp edge

efore I give her a single drop," Fel

his face as he stared at the glass bitin

s voice tight. He turned on his heel and stormed

e glass shards. She wrapped her arms aroun

r breath, loud, aggressive pou

ding's property manager, stood in the hallway with two massive

aper into her face. "Noti

ity gasped, h

he power, water, and internet to this unit," Mitch said, a smug smile playing on his lips. "My guards will be stationed right outside this door to

ease," Felicity argued, her he

's mandatory clauses," Mitch shot back. H

packing earlier. "We're just doing a preliminary security sweep of company property," Mitch sneered as her folders burst open. Her persona

wed the bile in her throat. She crouched down, her hands shaking as she picked up h

r chest. She locked eyes with Mitch. Her gaze was so cold, so

," she whispered, her

e doors slid shut, cutting off Mitch's ugly sneer. She was

re open. Torrential rain flo

utching her cardboard box. She was soaked to

ater splashed over her legs, ruining the last clean clothes she owned. Through the tinted r

the last, pathetic piec

e screen was cracked from the fall, but it still worked. She found the text fr

ang

, lazy, incredibly dangerous male vo

ed over the thunder, her knuckles turning white as

led off an address in Tribeca. "

ess, he glanced at her in the rearview mirror, his eyes widening in surpri

the blurry neon lights bleed across the window

building made of armored glass. She presse

. A blinding white light spilled out fro