Divorced The Billionaire, Married His Boss

h from his lungs. He let out a sharp, guttural grunt as his knees hit the hard porcelain bottom of the tub. He braced his hands on

em. The drug's fiery grip receded just enough to let a sliver of clar

onto her collarbone. His wet white shirt clung to his torso like a second skin, outlining the hard, rigid muscles of his chest and abdome

rambled backward, pressing her spine hard against the back of the tu

She was shivering uncontrollably, her thin black dress completely transparent, clinging to her skin. His jaw tighten

d ripped two massive, thick bath towels from the heated rack. He threw one directly ov

r, he turned on his heel an

topped, stripping off his ruined suit jacket and tossing it ont

s voice like cracking ice. "Tell her to bring dry cloth

d sharply.

an skyline. He pulled his waterlogged phone from his pocket. Miraculously,

out exactly who slipped the drug into her drink. I want a name, and I want him held in the basement until I g

ee of the hotel, entered quickly. She carried a stack of fresh, dry clothes. Brennan po

rt. He had to leave. The Aethelred Group board was expecting his final confirmation documents tonight before his

, taking the private eleva

ut into the grand, dimly lit lobby. He took two steps before a fi

were bloodshot with manic frustration. He had searched the entire club and br

, but the sheer, oppressive aura of power radiating from

you see a woman?" he demanded, his voice harsh and demandi

erate finger. His dark eyes swept over Avery, taking in the pathetic, desperate sta

black metal card case. He slid his thumb over the top, extracting a thick, gold-embossed business card

d the card. He looked down. The gol

lred

e, Chief Oper

s company. He was the Marketing Director. And the man standing in front of him was the leg

his facial muscles to relax, pasting on a stiff, terrified professional smile. "Mr. George,

st in your personal life, Mr. Osborn," Brennan said, his voice smooth but laced with heavy warning. "But I suggest you maintain a le

rd, his pride burning to ash in his throat. "I understand, si

took a slow step forward, invading Avery's personal space. He l

handle your private life with more discretion. After all, a recently signed document leaki

dler, and their respective lawyers knew it had been finalized. How could this man possibly know? Paranoia exploded in Avery's brain. Was this a setup t

etely ignoring the frantic question. "As the incoming COO, I make it my business to know th

he revolving glass doors. A black Maybach was waiting at th

shut, the sharp edges of the thick card digging painfully into his palm. He looked toward the private elevator. He knew Chandler