Swapped Destiny: Pampered By The Cold CEO

sula Hotel, Kanesha stood on the wet sidewalk, shivering beneath her designer ja

rooked, and her mascara

clerk handed over the stamped document, Jaylon spotted two photographers across the street, shoved

ard room reservation under his assistant's n

tood with two security guards, his professio

ent explicitly instructed us that the suite key can only be released to him in

as she waved her temporary certificate in his face. "I

nager replied, stepping back. "Please do not block the

er the awning, whispering behind their shopping

ntly by a torrential downpour that soaked her silk bl

tcases out of the gutter, a deep, rhyt

fth Avenue traffic and pulled smoothly up

he central vehicle r

rain from her eyes

oe. She was wearing an ivory cashmere coat, holding a hot takeaway

pped her luggage handles and lunged toward the car. "What are yo

n five feet of the door, the f

ck umbrella with a sharp snap. He stood like a stone wall betw

cutting through the storm. "Do not

sting in pure rage. "You call her that? Augustus is

looked past her to the hotel's head of

d vagrants to harass the wife of Augustus C

ignaled four large guards, who grabbed Kanesha by the a

cking her wet heels in the puddles. "My husba

or as he leaned in slightly. "Mrs. Collins, the private lane to the Long Isl

eet through the open window: "Thank you, Mike. Let's h

inside. "A real Collins man never leaves his w

ashing a wall of dirty street water over Kanesha's Louis Vuitt

pounding her fists against the concrete as onlo

in the side mirror for only a second befor

toward the private, heavily guarded s

Collins Manor swung open automatic

anicured lawns, with the stone manor rising l

staff in dark uniforms stood in two per

pped out

a set of brass keys and an encrypted tablet. "Mr. Collins has instructed us that t

nk you. Please have hot tea

awling suite overlooking the gardens. A fire crackled warm

ag on the armchair an