Blackmailed Into The Ruthless Tycoon's Bed

hrough the floorboards, traveling up

eon-lit pub in Soho. She is wearing a black silk slip dress that c

The alcohol burns a fiery path down her throat, making her

ing at Adaline with a mixture of confusion and judgment. They are only here

e vibrates on

oke: Tomorrow at 7:00 PM. Shall

. The polite, controlling

The strobe lights flash, illuminating sweaty bodies. Her eyes

d hair and a cocky smile. He is exactly the kind of loud, obnoxi

e smooths down the fr

ink," she te

against the beer-stained floor. She approaches

her neckline before snapping back up to her fac

She has to shout over the music. "Chet! Do

ng this as an invitation

his chest. She grabs his thick arm and wraps it around her waist. She

wash over them, making the

snaps th

t of his grip. "Thanks,

e turns and speed-walks back to the bar

n her stool. Sh

the photo of

inner tomorrow. My boyfriend just flew into London

hits

triumphant smile playing on her lips

miles away, i

orp tower is dead silent. The air pres

le. He is wearing a charcoal three-piece suit. His pos

weating profusely as he pres

ne, resting face-up o

ances

es lock ont

ops speaking. The temperature in t

ilk dress. He sees the heavy, masculine hand resting inti

is teeth clench together so tightly

hly checked. Her ex-boyfriend is Rhys Fallon, a dark

her waist just to spite him ignites a dark

up his phone. He d

on the intercom bu

ice is a low, te

s executive assistant, Evely

mily background, and his current location," Barron commands, sliding the

slightly, but she no

in Lo

hone. Ten minutes ha

ive weight lift off her shoulders. Sh

waving her hand. "A round of

a, her eyes sparkli

y body presses a

anding right next to her stool. He is

slurs slightly, his breath smelling of che

cross the wet bar top toward her

ave of disgust hits her. She

her voice cold and sharp. "It wa

ibly wounded. He glares at her for a

leaving the brightly colored cocktail sitting o

She turns back to Camill

atching the exchange. Catching a subtle, paid-off nod from Chet in the crowd, Marco casually reaches