LOGINHe was a workaholic. They say she was sad and scared. Their testimony is available. They have a civil suit pending against him. He bought off the judge for the petition of evidence in a criminal matter, but even the great Lennox Demetri can't stop all the wheels of justice. Get out. Leave. Come ho
Nox's eyes followed mine. He quirked a brow. "I thought you didn't have plans?""I was hoping you could come up with something."He reached for my hand and started to pull me out of the bedroom, but stopped. "We're getting out of here. Go put something on under that dress and throw some things in an
CharliPeople. So many people.The doorman, people in the lobby, and in the elevator. My feet staggered. I was drunk though I'd barely consumed more than a couple of sips of my martini. I was intoxicated on Nox and on life. His strong arm steadied me as he led me from the elevator and down the hallw
As we settled into the back of the sedan, I thought about the present I had back at the apartment for Nox. It was my vibrator. Whoever moved our things to the apartment from the Mandarin, put it with my bras and panties. With all that had happened, Nox hadn't mentioned it since the first morning whe
My handbag beside the martini glass vibrated, momentarily breaking my trance. I freed my phone and read the text.Nox: "YOU TAKE MY BREATH AWAY."Before I could move my head to find him, another message came through.Nox: "DON'T TURN AROUND."I shook my head, wondering again how he did that. And an
I laughed, stretching to my tiptoes and giving him a kiss. "Thank you. But how did you get all of this done in a morning?""I may have talked to your cousin and arranged for you to stay out longer than you planned.""That's why he insisted on coffee at Tom's restaurant and seeing my apartment.""Sto
"I want to go to law school. I want to succeed in life on my own merit. If anything beyond this year is meant to be with Nox, then so be it. If it's not..." I shrugged. "I've been disappointed before."Deloris opened her purse and laid a business card on the coffee table. "Don't contact Karen Flores
I also contemplated calling Jane. Though I shouldn't, I worried about my mother. She hadn't tried to reach out to me since the confrontation in the sitting room. Unless Patrick told Aunt Gwen that I was here, my mother and Alton didn't even know I was in New York.They could think I was back in Cali
I could have walked out. I could have avoided twisting the proverbial knife, but I told her the truth when I said I was bad. I had one of the best teachers and too many years to perfect the craft. The words and cold tone came with ease."Coffee?" I asked, nodding toward the cup on the table beside h
"She's my daughter, our daughter," I protested. "You can't take her away from her mother. My father will never allow it. The courts won't allow it.""Really? You're going to let me drag this through court?" He shook his head. "I don't think so. I think I know too much about Montague Corporation and







