eavy blackout curtains, hitting Elizabeth direct
her head against the feather pillow. Dorian was asleep besid
her bare legs. The air conditioning chilled her heated skin. She picked u
in the hallway. Muff
rp beep of a
edge of the mattress, and deliberately pulled the lapel
up slowly, and grabbed his own robe, pulling it ov
lew open, slamming
aning heavily on her silver-tipped can
usion before she forced them into manufactured horror, and
d. She had stormed down the hallway primed for room 402, only to find it empty and the presidential suit
tled red. He lunged forw
dwood floor. The sharp crack echoed in the
dboard. He lazily tied the belt of his ro
, Grandmother," Dorian said
sleeves and took a step towa
ure tomorrow's headline, 'Cantu Heir Throws Tantrum and Assaults Man in Bride's Bed,' will do wonders for the stock price. Give the press a real show." Acey froze mid-step. The mo
to the side of the bed. Tears spill
ice cracking. "How could you betray Acey? You ruined th
the distinct click and flash
ght the press. They wanted
playing the part of the broken, caught woman. Beneath t
bodyguards in the hall. "Get
flashes had already
t Elizabeth. "I will never marr
remaining reporters in the hall. "The
ck and wrapped her arms around Acey's waist, pre
t the door. "Get your things and
y, suffocating silence. T
shift in Elizabeth's posture. He saw the pred
g his arms on his knee
er phone from the nightstand. She wip
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