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Ciara looks at me like I just splashed her with cold water. “We’re not doing that?” Her voice sounds funny and strained. I nod. As if I believe her ass. “Good. I’d hate to contest it.” Charmaine will have to wait out the three years to claim her inheritance. I’m not signing off on it a second early. Millicent will get hers in a couple of weeks. Which I believe, is the reason for suddenly wanting to get close. I bet they would’ve done it sooner if they knew she already has a million dollars sitting around. Charmaine looks between us. “Please, this is about my wedding. My happiness. My life. Leave your drama outside.” Ciara glances at her. “I didn’t start it.” I let the silence sit for a second, trying to shake off the bitterness, but the idea that they might be trying to use Millicent as plan B pisses me off. The first lunch, I thought Charmaine just wanted to gloat. “Family responsibility,” I say, looking at Charmaine, “means the trust can release early if the beneficia

The second the car door shuts, the adrenaline crashes through me like a wave. My heart is beating even faster. I climb straight into Damon’s lap, knees bracketing his thighs, and crush my mouth to his.He makes a low sound of surprise against my lips. His hands come up to my waist, gripping hard, trying to hold me still.“Milly. Fuck, we’re still outside—”I don’t care. Not even about Ciara and Charmaine possibly seeing the car shaking. The windows are tinted. All they can do is speculate. I roll my hips down against the thick ridge of his cock and kiss him deeper, messy and desperate. My tongue slides into his mouth. I bite his lower lip hard enough to make him groan.“I need you,” I pant against his mouth. “Right now.”“Baby, we’ll—” He tries to sound firm, but his hands are already sliding under my dress, gripping my ass. “Someone could walk past—”I reach between us and yank his belt open. He makes this hissing sound when his cock springs free. I grip him firmly and stroke

I drop my keys on the table by the elevator and loosen my tie as I move through the living room. The TV is on but mute, and the curtains are half drawn. There’s a half-empty glass of water on the coffee table and Millicent’s phone right next to it. I find her in the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed in one of my shirts, hands on her sides. Her eyes are red and puffy.She looks up when I stop in the doorway.“I saw it,” she says before I can speak.I lean against the frame and study her. “I told you not to look at your phone.”She gives me a weak smile. “I lasted twenty minutes. Then Nina texted me the link with a string of question marks. After that it was everywhere.”I push off the door and walk further into the room. She tracks me the whole way. There’s no panic on her face. Which I’m grateful for. Just that same stubborn fire she had walking out of the restaurant two weeks ago.“How bad is it?” she asks.“Bad enough. Finch Industries shares are dropping. The board i

Damon’s POVCharles got me thirty-three percent of Finch Industries shares within two days. Danny refuses to give up his seven. The others were way too eager to sell, but it still doesn’t satisfy me. And it won’t for as long as Ciara will inherit sixty percent once the transfer is done.Dad sure knew how to cook that one. He’d give me two years after his death, to stay married for a year within that two years, and I’d wasted the first year being pissed at him to bother finding a play-wife.Millicent’s sitting at her desk when I walk out of my office to go down to the press conference. She still won’t take time off. Stubborn as hell. I put security on her anyway. Two men rotating. She acts like they’re invisible. I let her.Nina is the only one in this whole place who treats her normal. Loud little thing. Defends her in the break room without breaking sweat.“Hey,” she says, looking up from her computer as I approach.She’s gotten plumper over the last couple of weeks. It’s making it ha

Dominguez nods, clearly amused. “Ah. The forbidden fruit.”Milly’s cheeks pink as he leads us inside. The place is already full. I know most of the faces Dom plays with. I’m mostly alright with his made men because I respect any man who built himself. It’s the spoon-fed brats I don’t like.Especially his eldest son, Bobby. Compared to him, I’d rather do business with his middle brother.Elliot is standing near the fireplace with a glass in his hand. He looks over when we walk in. Same hard eyes as his father. Same stiff posture. We’ve done enough business over the years to know exactly where we stand with each other. Both the respect and the dislike are mutual. Still, he’s a better businessman than his brother.Dominguez makes the rounds with us, introducing Millicent as if she’s just another detail. She remains quiet and polite. Doesn’t seem bothered by the eyes around the table. We’ve been the talk of the internet so much I doubt anybody here doesn’t already know our story.We’