Knight in Armani

The giant hand of the clock struck seven o'clock, and an elegantly dressed lady in red sashayed out of the elevators, her stilettos clicking against the floors.

Her beautiful frame reflected against the wall mirrors, and her cologne spread through the air.

She stopped in front of the top floor and lifted her hand, ready to push the door bell, when a masculine hand with sprinkles of hair wrapped around her wrist,

And pulled her into the corner of the hallway.

It happened so swiftly that she didn't get the opportunity to see his face before she was pulled into a rock hard chest.

"Do you really wanna ruin your career for that jerk? He's fucking using you!"

That voice thick with sexiness was as familiar as her own job.

"Mr. Stark?" She spoke for the first time, and a frown marred his face, then he pushed her a good distant away from him.

Because that was no Ava Stark, his wife.

The lady in blond hair pulled off her shades and stared at him in surprise, and it was his turn to mutter her n