My Terminal Diagnosis, His Cruel Divorce

bar, wearing a black velvet dress that exposed her shoulder blades. She lifted a shot of tequila and swallowed it in one go. The

red them. A man in a tailored suit approached and offered to buy her next drink. She gave him a cold look and s

f glass from a VIP room on the second floor st

ed against her ribs.

allway. She stopped outside the heavy door of the VIP room. I

at his tie, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. His

ederick was smiling. "That whiskey should hit your bloodstream any second now, Gerard. Let u

ed. Frederick was setting up a trap to ruin his

the police raided this club, the scandal would still hit the

toward the door. "I will go

the dark shadows of an alcove. Frederick walked past

shed to the VIP room door, slipped

s his vision. He let out a low, furious growl l

her hand over his mouth. "Be qui

familiar scent of cedar mixed with tequila filled his senses.

igh heels clicking against the floorboards

eavy. She dragged him toward the back of the room and pushed open t

rifying. He felt like he was burning alive from the inside out. He leane

ll sense of reality. He slammed Adaline a

s were frantic, messy, and driven by pure chemical nee

hest. She pushed against his soli

th of her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand. Hi

d into the fabric, the heavy metal security door at the end of the

ned forward and bit down

ced through the fog in his brain jus

e security guard could spot them. They burst out into the underground

ddenly collapsed against the hood of a parked car. He curled into a tight ball

hip property under the Crosby empire, and as the CEO's wife, her black card granted her emergency access to any vacant room. She pulled it out and swiped it. The doors

icker. He wrapped his arms around Adaline, burying his face in her

ilent hallway and pushed open the door to the massive

round and pushed her hard against the thick carpet. The drug completely erase