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"Also known as 'The Lady in Red', and the 'Heroine of the Snake River Rescue'. The same girl that's trying to raise enough money to expand a hospital; and all of this as a senior in high school. It appears that you're trying to keep the daughter of the next governor of this state away from Mitchell Kays. It even looks like you're ready to fight, if necessary. All of this for that bloody guy sitting behind you, Ms. Leonard? Or may I call you Christine?" A couple of the onlookers gasped at Nell's declaration and Christine's defiant reaction to her presence. Other than that, there was total silence in the locker room. Christine raised her chin and took a small step closer to the redhead. The tw

WELLINGTON'S POV “It is Christina Shannon.” For a good fifteen seconds, the name keeps repeating in my head for reasons I don’t care to understand. I know exactly who she is, the second wife of Mr. Kanye Shannon, which makes her Dahlia’s stepmother. I had planned to use her daughter, Victoria, to get back at Mr. Shannon for thinking he could trick me into investing in a company that is already dead. And now, the very reason that company is useless is calling me, even after I didn’t go through with my plan?

The first days of the new year carried no celebration for Adrian Knight. The city was alive with fireworks, but in his world, the countdown wasn’t to midnight for new year it was to the boardroom vote that could strip him of everything he’d built...His legacy... Victoria Kane had been relentless. By the time the board convened, half its members were already leaning her way. She walked into the Knight Enterprises headquarters like she owned it, her heels sharp against the marble floors, her smile soft enough to hide the blade beneath. She looked unstoppable

He ignored her. ***************** Kiana looked stunning in her horse-riding outfit. She wore a fitted white button-down shirt that snatched her slender waist and toned arms. Her brown curls were pulled back into a loose ponytail, with a few stray strands framing her face. She paired the shirt with a pair of form-fitting black riding pants that hugged her curves in all the right places. Around her waist, she wore a thin black belt that helped hold the shape of her waist and she completed the look with black boots that reached slightly below her knees.

Christina complained shifting position, and jiggling her breasts so that he could have a clear look at them. She was wearing a sheer nightdress that showed off the full jut of her breasts and pointy nipples. Once upon a time, he would have been all over that, but now, he wasn’t even even remotely interested. Christina apparently thought that she could get him to respond because she leaned in again to kiss him. This time around, he let her, and she shifted position to kiss him better, all the while making sounds that were extremely annoying to him. He sat there passively and let her do what she wanted, knowing that she would soon stop.

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?

He kept both his hands casually in the pockets. A slender arm linked through his elbow. Michael shifted his gaze to the owner of that slender arm. Christina was wearing a purple long dress. The hem of the dress dragging off the ground was embellished with dazzling fine diamonds. Her natural long black hair draped over her shoulders. Above her bright eyes situated two perfectly curved willow-leaf eyebrows. Her thick and full eyelashes fluttered as the impeccable skin shone with a rosy tint. The thin lips seemed as luscious as the petals of a red rose. She looked like a fairy from the otherworld.

“Which begs the question of what gets you off, hmm?” Knight' gripped the woman’s ’s hip with one hand, mindful of the pressure he put into the hold, and thought about shoving her away. He didn’t, because if he was honest with himself, Knight really liked what he saw. “Let’s find out. My name’s Knight. Tell me yours.” That smirk stretched into a smile, but Knight didn’t miss the way her pupils dilated, the green of her irises shrinking to a thin ring. “Kira. And trust me when I say you won’t hurt me.”

“Certainly not to people who thrive on tearing others down.” A flicker of something close to anger crossed Christina’s face, but she quickly masked it with a smile. “Well, aren’t you the knight in shining armor? Tell me, Nathan, how long do you think this little arrangement will last?” Nathan’s jaw tightened, his green eyes blazing. “Long enough for you to regret underestimating her.” The tension in the room was suffocating, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Nathan. For the first time, I saw a glimpse of the man beneath the cold exterior—the man who had defended me when no one else had.

The last thing we expected was for her to grab his dick, but she did, and his face reflected the pure torture he felt. She turned her hand, and he shot off her. Just looking at it made me hurt. The guys in the crowd gasped. She jumped on him and kept hitting him. He was almost in tears, and he tapped out. My jaw fell to the floor. Did he seriously just tap out? I hadn't seen him tap out once in all the time I have been here. This guy was almost as big a deal as Liam. The last guy only took her a second to take down. I mean, come on! A fly could take him down. The guy in charge announced her as Cobra. That actually does fit her fighting style. She has strong, sharp, and fast movements.