LOGINMorgan POV "I—I—" I stammered as my body shook with uncontrollable shock. "I asked you a question." His voice rose again. "Who are you and what are you doing in my meeting?" I finally blinked. Once. Twice. Trying to make my brain work. "I'm sorry," the words tumbled out. "Wrong room. I got the wrong room. I'm so sorry." I didn't wait for a response. I turned and ran. Not walked. Ran. Down the hallway like something was chasing me. Past the frosted glass offices. Through the door. Into the reception area that was suddenly too small and too bright. The elevator. I needed the elevator. I jabbed the button repeatedly. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hit it. Come on. Come on. Come on. The doors finally opened and I threw myself inside. Pressed the button for the lobby. Pressed it again and again until the doors closed. No. No. No. This couldn't be happening. Sterling and Vale was Cross Enterprises. Damien's company. How could it be? The man
Morgan POV "I—I—" I stammered as my body shook with uncontrollable shock. "I asked you a question." His voice rose again. "Who are you and what are you doing in my meeting?" I finally blinked. Once. Twice. Trying to make my brain work. "I'm sorry," the words tumbled out. "Wrong room. I got the wrong room. I'm so sorry." I didn't wait for a response. I turned and ran. Not walked. Ran. Down the hallway like something was chasing me. Past the frosted glass offices. Through the door. Into the reception area that was suddenly too small and too bright. The elevator. I needed the elevator. I jabbed the button repeatedly. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hit it. Come on. Come on. Come on. The doors finally opened and I threw myself inside. Pressed the button for the lobby. Pressed it again and again until the doors closed. No. No. No. This couldn't be happening. Sterling and Vale was Cross Enterprises. Damien's company. How could it be? The man
Morgan POV "I—I—" I stammered as my body shook with uncontrollable shock. "I asked you a question." His voice rose again. "Who are you and what are you doing in my meeting?" I finally blinked. Once. Twice. Trying to make my brain work. "I'm sorry," the words tumbled out. "Wrong room. I got the wrong room. I'm so sorry." I didn't wait for a response. I turned and ran. Not walked. Ran. Down the hallway like something was chasing me. Past the frosted glass offices. Through the door. Into the reception area that was suddenly too small and too bright. The elevator. I needed the elevator. I jabbed the button repeatedly. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hit it. Come on. Come on. Come on. The doors finally opened and I threw myself inside. Pressed the button for the lobby. Pressed it again and again until the doors closed. No. No. No. This couldn't be happening. Sterling and Vale was Cross Enterprises. Damien's company. How could it be? The man
Morgan POV "I—I—" I stammered as my body shook with uncontrollable shock. "I asked you a question." His voice rose again. "Who are you and what are you doing in my meeting?" I finally blinked. Once. Twice. Trying to make my brain work. "I'm sorry," the words tumbled out. "Wrong room. I got the wrong room. I'm so sorry." I didn't wait for a response. I turned and ran. Not walked. Ran. Down the hallway like something was chasing me. Past the frosted glass offices. Through the door. Into the reception area that was suddenly too small and too bright. The elevator. I needed the elevator. I jabbed the button repeatedly. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hit it. Come on. Come on. Come on. The doors finally opened and I threw myself inside. Pressed the button for the lobby. Pressed it again and again until the doors closed. No. No. No. This couldn't be happening. Sterling and Vale was Cross Enterprises. Damien's company. How could it be? The man
Morgan POV "I—I—" I stammered as my body shook with uncontrollable shock. "I asked you a question." His voice rose again. "Who are you and what are you doing in my meeting?" I finally blinked. Once. Twice. Trying to make my brain work. "I'm sorry," the words tumbled out. "Wrong room. I got the wrong room. I'm so sorry." I didn't wait for a response. I turned and ran. Not walked. Ran. Down the hallway like something was chasing me. Past the frosted glass offices. Through the door. Into the reception area that was suddenly too small and too bright. The elevator. I needed the elevator. I jabbed the button repeatedly. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hit it. Come on. Come on. Come on. The doors finally opened and I threw myself inside. Pressed the button for the lobby. Pressed it again and again until the doors closed. No. No. No. This couldn't be happening. Sterling and Vale was Cross Enterprises. Damien's company. How could it be? The man
Morgan POV "I—I—" I stammered as my body shook with uncontrollable shock. "I asked you a question." His voice rose again. "Who are you and what are you doing in my meeting?" I finally blinked. Once. Twice. Trying to make my brain work. "I'm sorry," the words tumbled out. "Wrong room. I got the wrong room. I'm so sorry." I didn't wait for a response. I turned and ran. Not walked. Ran. Down the hallway like something was chasing me. Past the frosted glass offices. Through the door. Into the reception area that was suddenly too small and too bright. The elevator. I needed the elevator. I jabbed the button repeatedly. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hit it. Come on. Come on. Come on. The doors finally opened and I threw myself inside. Pressed the button for the lobby. Pressed it again and again until the doors closed. No. No. No. This couldn't be happening. Sterling and Vale was Cross Enterprises. Damien's company. How could it be? The man
Morgan POV"Mom, mom, mom... can we get this for me?" Timothy squeaked, holding up a box of chocolate cereal with a cartoon character on the front."And this!" Tanner added, grabbing an identical box. "We need two!"I glanced at the nutrition label and winced. Basically sugar with a side of artific
Morgan POVSilence filled the car.Marcus drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually on the center console. He looked completely at ease. Like driving random women home was something he did every Tuesday.I stared out the window. Watched the beach disappear behind us as we merged
Morgan's POVI'd left the twins with a last-minute nanny before heading to the meeting this morning. Some sweet college student Jennifer had arranged through the building's service. Before walking out the door, I'd made a bunch of promises of taking them to Central Park. About getting ice creams an
Damien POV "Damn! Who's the hot chick?" I turned to find Marcus leaning against the wall, watching Morgan disappear with a predatory look because to him she's just another new toy. "None of your business," I said flatly. "Come on, D." Marcus pushed off the wall, that shit-eating grin spreading







