Divorced The Billionaire, Married His Boss

r the sticky counter, knocking over a row of clean glasses. They shattered on the floor. Avery's chest heaved

n grip. "Nothing! Man, chill out! It's just a little party favor. A booster! The lady sa

upted into a blinding inferno. His grip on Mickey's shirt tightened until the fabric began to tear. He shoved Mickey backward with

ed his head around, his eyes fra

's seat

shed through the crowd, his eyes dar

d in the PR department. Chandler's heart skipped a terrifying beat. She didn't dare get closer to confirm if it was really her. Her mind instantly spiraled, flashing back to the strict Morality Clause in her employment contract. If someone like Judith caught her here, in this tight, revealing dress, heavily intoxicated and trying to b

ly sweet, burning the back of her throat. She set the empty glass down on a passing waiter's tray. As her hand left the glass, a sudden, violent wave of heat explode

he tried to pull in air. The strobe lights in the club began to smear into long, blinding streaks of color. The heavy bass of the music no longer sounded

he pushed herself away from the crowded bar area. Her legs felt like jelly. The floor seemed to tilt beneath her feet. She stumbled away blind

of control. The drug was a heavy aphrodisiac mixed with a hallucinogen. It was stripping away h

cool plaster to keep herself upright. Her vision was swimming. Up

He had final

ic breathing, and the way her dress was slipping off her shoul

His fingers dug into her bare skin. "Is this what you wanted?" he sneered, his voice dripping with

ared, her body instinctively wanting to lean into his cold hands, but his c

he strength she had left. "Get... get away from me," she

while simultaneously begging for attention. His pride recoiled. He let out a harsh, cold lau

n the wall, hitting the carpeted floor with a soft thud. She curled her arms ar

to pick her up fought a violent war with his massive ego. His eg

back on her and walked away, his footsteps ech

sanity. A whimper tore from her throat. The heat was unbearabl

, a pair of expensive, custom-made leat

the stale air of the hallway. A pair of strong, muscular arms slid under her armpits. With eff