Discarded By Him, Claimed By The Zillionaire

executive office. Her fingers gripped two printed private jet confirmations f

d a frantic rhyth

de into the room. He wore a custom-tailored Tom Ford suit, his

ward. She held out the

straight past her extended hand and heade

generous measure of bourbon. The sharp sound

n a shallow,

ce trembling. "About the it

cold, dark eyes scanned her from head to toe, assess

this weekend," he stated. His tone wa

lock her knees to stay standing. She bit down on her lower lip, tast

assive mahogany desk. Sh

e said. Her voice was barely a

m of his crystal glass. A low, m

en them. His tall frame blocked out the sunlight fr

aw like a steel vise, forcing her head up. She h

ivian," he said softly. "You are a

away, but his grip was immovable. The physical domina

ety," Landon continued, his thumb digging into her c

her cheek and dropped onto the polished

the wet spot. His uppe

pulled out a silk handkerchief, and wiped his fingers. He wiped

d a drawer, pulled out a checkbook, and signed his name. He tore the check out

yes already shifting to the hedge fund data on his monitors. "

er glared under the desk lamp. The sheer humili

she took a physical step back, putting dis

ment. He frowned, adjus

patience, Vivi

ark hair fell forward, hiding the s

and," she

r legs felt like they were made of lead.

ismissive snort. The sound of

d the cold brass doorknob. He

onditioned air of the hallway hit her face,

nd her. The sound severed her completely

l wall of the corridor. She reached in

er contacts to a saved nu

e screen for three seconds. H

resse

d only five words: I

le, rigid face. The soft swoosh of the sent mes