Escaping The Bewitching Madness Of His Heart
good time, Mr. Yates,
ght through her chest, her heart l
ifted through the call. "Bryson, can you
t there," he
d curtly, "I've got to take my girlfriend
abruptl
ng down from the pole. Agony shot up her twisted ankle, bu
choed relentless
the disaster at Verdancy Lane, Bryson
her had already captured a quick video of her tumble and gleefully posted it to his social media
ed up over a hundred likes. A
ed for a beat, eyebrows
aded Madelyn around at their gatherings. If he hadn't cared, w
ssic Mills-out with the old, in with the new. Truly ruthless. I'm honestly in
brewing online, pressed her lips together and p
o Christopher, her voice measured. "Mr. Yates
, tell me-was that little tumble your version of sincerity? If you weren't
im as he jerked his chin to
rooted to the spot, defiance flickering in her eyes as she
ined to walk away with th
ipping with sarcasm. "Still holding out hope for a collaboration, with that attitude? Dream
floor and cracking it across Christopher's arroga
ly grit her teeth and f
'm sorry, Mr. Yates. I know I let you down.
y brushed her shoes, the plea in her voice raw and
the woman on his lap. He plucked up a strawberry and presse
ith mockery. "Who the hell do you think you are? Didn't you get it? Mr. Yates ca
ted a hand, cutting Jerred
ybe I'll give you another shot," he drawled. "
topher decided to play, it was never innocent-everyone knew his reputation for breaking women and bu
squared her shoulders and met his gaze. "Wh
e couldn't accept blindly-she needed to make sure his so-
ning deep contemplation before a devilish, wic
. Leaning in, he murmured a few instructions. Th
stacked with icy bottles of beer, a massive
uspicion. Did he really exp
one made her s
uicide to
speak, Christopher's voice sliced through the roo
ottle after bottle into the oversized barre bizarre scene, her
as Christopher orch