"This is your night, so have fun. And don't worry, everything you drink is on the house," Lisa said.“Okay." Desiree said simply.She could feel that a lot of her colleagues were staring at her. No wonder a lot of them were surprised to see her since she'd never attended any of their parties.Maybe
Gerald stared at his computer screen, analyzing the data and illustrations on it. A yawn escaped his mouth, reminding him that he was tired and needed to rest, but he ignored it. He needed to finish analyzing the reports.A knock sounded on the door, and he looked up to find Patrick entering. He was
He turned, ready to hightail it out of there, but loud cheers erupted from inside the mansion, causing him to stop. He looked back at the building wondering what was going on inside there. He wasn't even sure what sort of party this was; a strictly business one or a casual one. But the cheers had g
Instantly, the guests erupted into applause as Desiree stepped forward and hugged her father. "Thank you, Dad, for this honor and opportunity. I promise to do my best to lead this company to greater heights and make you proud." Then she faced the guests. "And thank you, everyone, for your support
Desiree didn't even glance at him as she asked, “What do you want, Mr. Butler?”Gerald stiffened, bothered by the fact that she kept addressing him that way. “We need to talk, Desiree.”“What about?" She asked calmly, not even bothering to hide her disinterest.Gerald could only stare at her. What d
The only thing on Gerald's mind throughout the ride to his house was Desiree and that entitled guy she'd been dancing with at the party.He only remembered Winter's condition once he stopped at his house. Parking, he rushed into the building to find Lola waiting for him in the living room.She told
Gerald scoffed, realizing the bastard was only trying to get a reaction out of him. “Oh Sinclair, don't you think you think a bit too highly of your importance?”But that was a lie. The man's mere presence was making a storm brew through his veins, and he needed something strong to calm it.“Excuse
"So?" Gerald asked impatiently after a few seconds when Damian still hadn't answered his question. "Who's he since you know him so well?""Geez, call down, man. I'm not Kennedy." Damian raised his hands in surrender, yet his eyes were alight with amusement. "Or are you going to challenge me too to a