Too Late: The Don's Regretful Pursuit

s, a dazzling display of teeth disguised as smiles. It was less ab

d more than it revealed, feeling less like evening wear and mor

on that demanded the room's attention. She coiled around J

ng them. They looked like a jagged, perfect power couple. He was the dark, dangerous k

nx of the older wives. I drifted closer, keeping

ying clearly over the polite swell of the string quartet. "You know,

s in my hand felt

the wives gasped, c

ey came for me to send a message. Jax... he didn't even hesitate. He drove straight into their territory, alone. He got me out, but he took a

left m

h my fingertips a thousand times in the dark. He had told me it w

ad l

. Before we were even engaged. Befo

ice dropping to a reverent whisper. "Even now. He told me, 'Cat,

s cooed

violently sick. The room

ad a bad feeling. All the times he had dismissed my intuition as par

uty. It was

sh for her. For me, he would

needing to be anywhere that wa

e, she "accidentally" bumped into me, tipping her glass. A spl

unadulterated malice. "I was just telling the ladies about Jax's heroics. Di

her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "He never did that for you, did he

. She was salting the earth so nothin

rprisingly steady, devoid of the tr

e. He owned me. There wa

ian

hless, his eyes scanning her face with franti

king into the silk at my waist. He didn't see th

ing into his solid frame. "Eliana and

noyance in his eyes, quickly masked by his usual ma

ss

m. The sharp jawline I used to kiss.

a str

ving," I

inning. "Go to the bathroom, fix your dress, and

" I

tail, past the valet who scrambled to offer the car. I

low cab. The kind of car a Maf

nto the

asked, eyeing my dress

ing out at the blurring