obby into the crisp morning air.
as a spiderweb of cracks, completely b
air a mess, her dress rumpled. A man
few useless receipts. Not
doorman to call a car when a black Bugatti Veyr
is expression a mixture of amusement and disdain. He looked at
ted to run, to disappear, but his presence
is console and pulled out a crisp hundred-dollar bill, ho
said, his voice
a luxury she couldn't afford right now. She snatched th
ck," she said, h
itated, but her sense of temperature led
nother word and flag
his face before the Bugatti sped away. She stared at the hundred-dollar bill in her han
he driver and slipped in through a side entrance, taking
umed Dallas had already left for work. She just needed to shower, to wash th
m, she heard a low, angry vo
sive suit jacket off her shoulders, wincing at every rustle of the fabric, and shoved it silently into the depths of a nearby
his phone pressed to his ear.
"I paid you fifty thousand dollars, and you couldn't eve
t turned to a
ut. "If I don't have video of her cheating, the prenu
lood, the coppery tang a sharp count
the stone tiles. He turned and walked back toward the living room, muttering to
nd the corner. He w
her already wild hair to make it look even more disheveled.
. Then his gaze narrowed, sweeping over her ru
ly crafted mask of confusion and fear. "Where w
s thumb had pressed into her skin during her frantic thrashing, but to Dallas's paranoid mind,
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