Too Late For The Billionaire's Regret

penthouse, the scent of fresh basil and sourdough f

enuine smile, the kind she hadn't kn

, her fingers brushing over the smooth, cool stone. Ev

ter in her stomach that had nothing to do with

The door was slightly ajar. She saw his back, broad and familiar in a c

's voice drifted out, not the warm baritone he used with her, but a blade of ice.

er hand, reaching for th

p. Her fath

g hers through the crack in the door. There was no warmt

the door open, the heavy wood s

r voice was a whisper, frag

and deliberate. He walked to the massive mahogany desk and pick

her feet with

tinas: "Hostile Takeover Agreement: Burton Group." And at the b

past five years as her family's head of security.

nocking over a floor lamp. It crashed to the ground, the s

ousers, his posture relaxed, almost casual, as he walked to

g her vision. She reached for his arm, a desperate, in

ison. The force of it sent her staggering, and

tective pang shot through her lower abd

ds tumbling out, her last, desper

, sharp and piercing, locked onto her belly. The air cr

he l

ise. It was a harsh, ugly bark of deri

grabbed her chin, his fingers digging into he

ng," he hissed, his vo

reeled. Kali Miles,

rd a deliberate, crushing blow. "The man in your bed? It was

turning dark. "No," she whispered, shaking her head, the movement sen

ing height. He looked down at her, his expression one of utte

nd scrawled a number with angry, slashing stro

er slicing her cheek. A single drop of blood

oid of all emotion. "Get rid of that bastard

the floor. In front of his cold, unmoving eyes, she ripped it into

er body trembling but her spine straight. The despair in her

king with fury. "One day, you will crawl on your knees

l, dismissive gesture, and pressed the intercom on his d

idn't

t of the study. She didn't grab

gainst the cold marble floor, heading

polished bronze doors slid s