The CEO's Trap: Reclaiming His Runaway Wife

ike a trapped bird. She leaned against the cool, paneled wall of the co

r strength. She knew Graves. She knew his obsessive

er. Graves's tall frame filled the doorway, his

le. She needed a way out. Her hand dove into her clutch

b hovering over a single name: Cole. A flic

the dial button, pressed the phone to her ear, and

away, his brow furro

r shifted. Her voice, moments ago tight wi

re you done wi

arken instantly. His hands, hanging a

tinued, a hint of a playful pout in her voice. "

ing him, a sliver of her vision catching his thun

paused in his office, a stack of documents in front of him. He heard t

ing," he said, his voice calm and reassuringly magnetic, even

weeter. "Okay, I'll be wait

st two words, ensuring they carried clearl

plastered on her face, as if she hadn't just noticed

"My husband is on his way to pick me up.

trying to see past the perform

re of innocence. "I don't see how that's any

nce. This time, he didn't stop her. He just stood there, his eyes

cool night air, she felt the sweat on her

o. He pulled out his own pho

d someone," he said, hi

ing from her five years in London. And her current mari

one more thing. Find out if there's a prominent p

's respectful voice rep

eyes were hard, filled with a possessive fire. He didn't believe it. H

nd out who

take back w

reply on her phone: On my way. A wave o

ssy, very dangerous situation. But for the sake of her