Bred by My Ex's Boss

ld take three ste

sickly shade of green. The toxic side effects of the bla

g his knees against the table, and bolted t

ped dead in

his chest tightening at the sight of

e, grabbed her Birkin bag, and marched after Alston, her heels clic

of the restaurant manager, who was rushi

le finger, stopping t

Easton commanded. His voice was low, b

instantly. He nodded frantically and waved

into the dim

ove, perfectly concealed from view. He st

s restroom. She didn't go in. Instead, she pulle

wall. His Enigma hearing picked up the

ll con

ce instantly dropping into a s

nched. He twiste

ng here crying. He's trying to hold onto your money, Br

ed. "Emelia, I told you to back off. If you push him too hard,

e sweet act. "Because I got the medical report this morning.

s hung i

a loud crash. A heavy plastic s

had hea

in his chest, mirroring the absolute devastation he

he phone. "Are you sure?" he

lied smoothly.

pread across her face. She reached out to push open

e shadows and slammed flat against

ped and ju

ssive chest in a navy suit. She slowly looked up

as if she were a cockroa

he air. It wasn't the protective cedar he used around A

r hands flying up to her throat as she struggled to breathe. The

ered, his voice a lethal, vibrating rasp, "I wi

ed frantically, tears of pure t

his hand back

r bag to her chest, and ran down th

fell dead s

ragged, suppressed sobs coming from inside. Alston was cry

. His knuckles hovered

ng spike of pain driving behind his eyes. His chest heaved as he leaned heavily against the wall, fighting the urge to tear the door off its hinges. He couldn't go in there. His biology was completely out of control,

ket. He pulled out the clea

of the decorative marble sink

the closed door, turned