Sadistic
he read aloud.
“Poor fool,” he thought to himself. But her problems weren’t his concern. He was there to carry out revenge, and pity wasn’t something that defined him. The sound of someone knocking on the door pulled him from his thoughts.
“Come in,” he said gruffly.
“Mr. Lison, Mrs. Madison has called again,” Sarah informed him, a mocking smile on her lips.
“Ericka can go to hell,” he growled through clenched teeth.
The woman in question was a stunning twenty-seven-year-old he had dated a few months ago. They had enjoyed themselves, but the problem was that she wanted more. He had been clear there was no relationship, just casual encounters. Yet she wouldn’t give up, bombarding him with cal