My Arrogant Ex Is My Gaming Master

through the heavy glass revolving doors of the midtown law firm. The blast of aggressiv

he stuck out like a sore thumb among the sea of tail

e of the Vaughan family's private attorney. The woman behind the desk paused,

evator banks deep in the lobby. The soft squeak of her worn sneakers was swallo

eft. She watched the red digital numbers tick down.

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h, mechanical hiss. The spacious, brigh

forward with h

of the elevator. Grace froze instantl

black trench coat. One hand was shoved casually into his pocket. He was til

rd the open doors. They cr

gers clamped down on the canvas strap of he

ice in Adelbert's eyes. But it was gone before she could even proces

He let out a low, sleazy whistle, his

t with his elbow. He lowered his v

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aggressive warning, demanding Gra

her legs to move. She stepped into the cab and pressed herse

button for the 68th floor. The button was already glow

tly suffocated by the sharp, clean scent of Adelbert's ce

d his forearm against the metal handrail, j

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ued to the digital numbers ticking upward. She didn't say a word. Her p

eved in that Adelbert would just say they knew

ead. He shot Jax a freezing

't kno

e. It held zero emotion. He sta

nd across the face. All the blood drained

e stepped back and picked up his conversatio

til she tasted the sharp tang of copper. The physical pain was the

conds. Finally, the ding echoed through the

He stepped out with his long strides, his frat

ft. Grace leaned her back against the freezing metal

ulders disappear down the long,

the true weight o

t of the elevator and turned in the exact opposite direction toward her as