Midnight With The CEO

ight crept through the curt

liar ceiling, the expensive sheets, the heavy silence of a

ands - one shoe, then the other. She didn't look at the man still in the bed. Didn't look for her bag until she spotted

s closed did she let out th

Damian ope

beside him, then at the empty room

off

ere between the hotel lob

ing heavy in her chest. That was stupid. Using a stranger to get back at

way, lost in her own head, when th

rame, still in last night's clothes - shirt wrinkled, e

look at something you'd already

t l

one that alwa

voice dropped low and sharp. "I

. The first snap of it cut through the air li

n of a single word. She stood there and took it - teeth clenche

ed to infuriate him more th

too drunk and too tired to keep going. With one last curse muttered

down on

nd picked the belt up off the floo

, well-dressed man she thought she knew - to this. Drinking every night, picking fights over nothing, calling her e

ed on in the be

looking at her - until he was as she stood there in the sun, it was as though she w

ough the window. She looked effortlessly put together even now, and somethin

dropped, jaw tight. "The man b

lding. She d

st - not hard enough to hurt, but enough

e months of drinking and

his one thing he c

r hands. She looked up at him

ll me the name of the man who bedded you before we got married?" It was as though h