NO SECOND CHANCE FOR THE RUTHLESS CEO
Christian was standing among his friends and their wives in the dining hall, and I walked up to him to give him the pills for his headache.
One of his friends said, “Hey, Christian, when are we going to see a little Blackthorne running around? Man, even my dog breeds faster than your wife!”
Christian didn’t defend me; he just took a sip from his drink and chuckled.
“Some things are just bad investments, Lucas. You can’t force a broken machine to work.”
The whole table laughed while I looked down at my feet, wishing the ground would swallow me.
But then… there was that one night.