Scandal in his arms

ou need to

n her voice a couple of times. I was sitting on the edge of her guest bed in my clothes from the day

drove the duration of the city across town to get to me with no questions asked. Charlotte, being a journalist, is busy, sha

ou need me

t co

closed lid of the toilet like it was about t

to be a stained jacket. More photos were taken of me and Cassian entering the hotel with me also pictured looking at the camer

headlines on a

Seduces Enga

cker Behind Cassia

knew what she was doing. Another climber who saw a rich man an

ispered. "Your engagement is scheduled to be a

. Before Charlotte could do anyth

, ba

w poisonous voice

a multi-billionaire. I have to say, that was crafty of you. He'll take care of your expenses and pay for you

rise, sharp and angry, her voice that she only kept for sourc

going to use a different number" she sa

tting next to me. Her hands we

erful man. If he was going to do anything after l

late. The headlines already put a new spin on it.

but I resisted and compromised. I said there were some things that I could not leave behind. Like ne

od on the sidewalk outside his place, while Charlotte stood by me, as I

the street. One of t

the woman fr

lept with Cass

t's

om a lowlife...they'll

. I was collecting every word, and this reality of being shamed by them in every comment section

ationship behind, and running away from that chapter of

r what felt like hours. Her voice wa

ve to do this

e fear and the ground continuously moving out from under my feet, C

chords and gave her

d react, or how much this would affect him. There was no going back to the life I had built, w

s deciding what to do with the woman who

s drank. She made work calls in the other room with her work voice. Afterward she jo

. I began, "..., do you

n her face. She asked, "The p

ot

He's the kind of guy who doesn't leave things to chance. So I doubt he's the type to intent

deep down I knew it was only a matter

ging through everything they could find on social media from years prior. They spun my father's failed business into a narrative about

efore you know it, they'll come up with their own versi

kno

ts, about a man who had gotten in over his head. Ultimately, the story the papers had actually printed and the ver

uest bedroom window. Across that same noise, Cassian Rowe was handling the same

't the first person he

lowed, more than how I figured in all of it, I was thinking of the

robably not even one of the last, but I was going to