Bred by My Ex's Boss

ay sun beat down on the

ning room of Le Bernardin, Ea

wearing a bespoke navy suit. His face w

prominent political dynasty. Peregrine was elegantly slicing into a pi

asn't li

otes in the family trust if he didn't attend this arranged

l glass of sparkling wa

that morning. Alston had never called an ambulance during the

eft wrist, the metal biting into his skin. The thought of Alston en

of the restaurant when the heavy mah

n walk

n designer dress, her heels clicki

looked at her, his Enigma

rfume. The exact same scent that had

nized her from the background fi

esk, her chin held high in an arrogant tilt. She walked straight

gaze foll

tting in the booth, hi

as sitti

oid of any color. He was wearing a thick, cream-color

the ugly, bruised puncture marks on his nec

hands wrapped tightly around a cup of bl

to the booth a

imited-edition Hermes Birkin bag and slam

hoed through the

arby tables turned their head

n his chair, using the large floral centerpiece on his table to obscu

istraction. He followed East

he classic Upper East Side tragedy. The mistress confront

wly turned

et a fraction of his Enigma aura slip out. The heavy, suffoca

vanished from his face. He shrank back into his

back at the

legal papers and shoved them roughly across the table. The papers hi

owered his eyes to read the

, Easton could see Alston

divorce a

lips. She reached up and casually brushed her hair

was a fresh, dark purple

e. She was showing Alston exactly what Braydon had

it his lower lip so hard a drop of blood welled up. He reached out w

efusing

her glass of ice water from the table and pulled her arm back, p

d of Easton's

n sto

that it tipped over and crashed onto the marble f

eregrine. He didn't loo

is face was a mask of lethal, terrifyin

ight toward th