Married To The Man Behind The Mask

e heavy wooden door of the private room

r hands shaking so badly she knocked her iced Americano against her laptop. Sh

osted glass. She could see the blurred outline of Camden's wheelchair th

t under the table. "Iris, we should go

s whispered back, though her voice was unstea

it somewhere else

across the wooden floor. A woman drenched in overpowering Chanel perfum

ed. "Her father's shipping company has been circling the dr

bout to find out

Every rational cell in her brain screamed at her to leave. But her curiosity-and a morbid need to understand the man Adalynn

ingly sweet voice cooed from inside. "I'm

t say a word

etallic tapping sound

est of his wheelchair. The slow, deliberate sound was s

our families have been discussing a merger. I really thin

h the air. The sound was like

en debt," Camden's voice was a slow, deadly drawl. "You aren't here for a union,

er brutality of his words was shocking-not because they were untrue,

etness. "That's... that's not true! I genuinely admire you. And I do

seemed to drop ten degrees. The r

uld feel the terrifying, murder

ted softly. The quietness of his voic

ueak of the wheelchair

malice, "you should know that the accident left me completely paralyzed bel

out a small,

other... extreme methods to find satisfaction. I enjoy watching people break. I en

ir violently scraping again

hina shrieked, her voice

cold around her wrist. The rumors they had just been discussing suddenly felt horrifyi

isted in her hair. The low, mocking rumble of his laugh when he'd called her out on her terrible kissing. That man had been dangerous too-she had felt

on. One was a reckless mistake she was determined to forget

clutching her Birkin bag to her chest, tears streaming dow

eath, waiting fo

olently on the table, the buzzi

er throat. She snatched the phone. It

ble for this interview. We apologize for any inconvenience, but h

, her eyes wide. The emai

leaning over to read the screen

e came back to the newsroom empty-handed, she would be fired. And if she was fired,

ant's number. It rang once an

across her phone screen as she desperately searched her cont

oom opened. The soft hum of the

laptop screen, pretending to type. Adalynn did the same, gripp

didn't stop. But as he passed, a faint, chi

up. Her fingers froz

ar and col

lcony. The scent that had enveloped her when the masked str

en wore cedar-based cologne. Plenty of men in Manhatt

lse spiked. Her palms went clammy. The memory of his lips, his hands, his knowing smirk, crashed

ast. The scent faded. T

ulled away from the curb. When she finally lifted her

You look like you've seen a ghost. Was it what he said

steadier than she felt. "I just... I nee

n-if the paralyzed billionaire who terrorized women in coffee shops was the same man who had stood perfectly upright and k

lcony had walked. He had towered over her. He had moved with

t with her own eyes. The cashmere blanket. The para

contacts with renewed desperation. Whatever dark secrets Camden Kirk was hiding, they were none of h