No Longer His Captive Surgeon Wife

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inside, and walked straight to t

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a businessman's calculation. "How much do you want on the divorc

hit her like a physical slap. The

onto the dispenser tray an

but she pulled with all her strength. She dug past medic

of the desk. The loud smack m

er voice dropping to a lethal whisper.

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bored facade shattered, replace

er of his mouth. "Playing hard to get,

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cked up the document. His eyes sca

locked onto the clause stating she would waive all al

aper turned white. The tendons in his

t, Beckham gripped the top

e ripped the thick stack of pa

as loud and violent. It soun

wide. The breath

ross the desk. She grabbed the lapels of his expensive suit jacket.

n pages. The heavy paper scraps fluttered into

arge hand snaked around her waist, hi

er stomach slammed again

dge of the wood, trapping her complete

rs. She could feel the heat of his skin and the

ng threat that sent shivers down her spine. "You will only get

er hands flat against his solid, unyie

nce in their physical strength was suffocating. He was an immovable

her lower lip to stop herself from crying out. The sh

oice trembling with suppresse

. Something flickered in his eyes-regret? Hunger? Sh

g down the front of his perfectly pressed su

to clear out of this offic

ked out, leaving

r legs completely giving out, staring at the torn pieces of