Right Man Right Time Meghan Quinn Novels & Stories

“You always say that.” “I always finish what I start,” I replied. “They’re still outside,” he added after a moment. “I know.” He paused, then muttered. “You don’t look shaken.” I finally exhaled slowly, leaning slightly over the desk as I rewound a clip again. “Because if I stop to feel it,” I said, “I’ll lose time. And I can’t afford that right now.” Michael didn’t respond immediately. I felt his eyes on me instead. “Take it easy,” he said eventually.

“You think because I’ve been quiet, I’ll let you bully everyone in this room? You’ve got the wrong girl.” “You’re still talking?” Constance laughed, looking at her friends. “Do you even know who I am? I am Constance Norman. My father is a millionaire. I could have you blacklisted from every firm in this city with one phone call.” The room went quiet, but it wasn't the silence of respect—it was the silence of a trap being set. The woman who had helped Annabel earlier let out a sharp, bark-like laugh.

No need to let outsiders laugh at us. I let out a cold laugh. So now it was my fault? Fine. If that was how they wanted it, I wouldn’t bother sparing them any dignity. "Mrs. Morgan," I said, turning to the school’s head, who had been standing off to the side, barely daring to breathe. "Play the video I sent you last night. Let everyone here see exactly what kind of 'good father' Scott Shaw really is."

“We’re going to get through this. Together.” I nod, not trusting my voice. He kisses my forehead, brief, almost brotherly, then steps back. “I’ll call you after the press conference.” “Knock them dead.” He smirks. “Always do.” Two hours later, I’m sitting in a quiet coffee shop in a neighborhood far from Rhys’s penthouse, far from anywhere Kevin would think to look. Across from me is Miranda Chen, investigative journalist for the Metro Chronicle, someone who’s made a career of exposing corruption in high places.

My mate came upstairs and wrapped his arms around me. "Selene, I swear I'll get justice for Nico," he said. "But Raven is still young. She doesn't know any better…" Before he could finish, I shoved him away. My claws extended halfway before I forced them back. "What do you mean she doesn't know any better? If she's that clueless, why doesn't she jump out herself?" Then I grabbed a chair and smashed it hard against the door.

" I did you wrong and I want to do right." " Nothing could ever be right between us." " I'm sorry." He suddenly says. I shake my head as more tears flow down my face. " No you're not. You're Reece Cullen, the Mighty Cullen. What would make the ' King' want to apologize to Lil' old me, huh?!" I say sarcastically.