Dumped By My EX, I Picked Up A Tycoon
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ay like a white-hot needle behind my eyes. The throbbing in my temples cam
our fuck
took to deto
my humiliation in bottom-shelf martinis until a dangerous stranger with ice-blue eyes became my terrible decision. Now my skin still
hat shattered what was left of my heart: "Hey Belly
what the treatment cost was. Knew the orphanage's m
count sheets at dawn. Every penny I'd scraped together for grad
scent of stale coffee and lemon cleaner hitting me. My roomm
er eyes dropped to my wrinkled dress, the
d eighteen, I walked out of the Sanchez mansion with nothing but my pride and a determination to stand o
more than a handful of nights under the same roof-Damon had always whisked me away to hi
d kept my name
brushing past her toward my room. She shifted unco
rned to arc
fter last night-he dared to plant himself in my home? T
I'd painstakingly picked out last February-the one he'd claimed to love because
The demand cracked throug
ng pace. Alan needed me. I would
my bicep, spinning me roughly. "Answe
e of his grip, "I seem to recall you forfeiting all boy
when anger simmered beneath his polished surface. "It's a
t. "How fortunate-because you're
s, the marks barely hidden by my collar, the lingering trace of Matteo's bergamot and san
AC
shockwave up my arm. The sound reverberated off the w
Deadly
my hand stark against his golden skin. When he spoke
s fingers digging into my arms hard enough to bruise. My r
breath scalded my lips, whiskey and rage. "Every inch of you belongs
ly, my nails scraping his wrist
all punishment-no tenderness, only possess
it
curse, copper blooming on
ps at the door
ed voice filtered throug
wisted free, scrubbing my mouth with th
s, "and I'll have you arrested before you can say 'pre-nup'." The whis
loud enough to drown out reason. Then came that smirk, the one th
ng his cuffs like he hadn't just assault
shut. My legs f
I slid down, gasping. Copper and salt-the
her hands warm anchors on my s
t. I lurched upright, the room til
es and faded Polaroids until my fingers closed around the navy passbo
28
't-I'd scrimped for years. Th
f-pearl dial. Damon's eyes had lit up when I presented the velvet box last annive
ed before the first ring fi
My voice wasn't my own-all fr
r... initial chemo cycle..." A bea
eyes. Melinda's hand steadie
-two t
three
undred.
kie with me when we were eight-was going to die because