eam for her "HoneyHeart" followers. She checked the video intercom and her stom
sed the talk button, her voice coo
to talk," he commanded, his voice
k about. Please leave,
top me? Open the door, unless you want me to make a s
nstantly making her cozy apartment feel small and suffocating. His eyes scanned the room, landing
with sarcasm. "Tell me, did that little H
rossed, her gaze unflinching. "My finances
acking her against the wall. "Pack your things. You're comin
control me again? So I can be your perfectly o
d no
aight, her eyes locked on his. "I will never go back. No
rred in him was maddening-a potent cocktail of irritation and a bizarre, unwelcome flicker of at
aptop on the coffee table. An on-screen notifi
ternalAdmirer' has just donat
om a fan. The name 'EternalAdmirer' felt like a splinter lodging itself under his skin. A hot, ugly wave o
pointed to the door. "The co
a sense of utter powerlessness he had never known. A
out another word, slamm
s mind. Her defiance. The donation. The name. He couldn't stand it. He couldn't
d dialed his assistant, hi
to acquire the company that runs t
ol the woman, he wou
e; he had not answered. The warmth he had once felt for her had curd
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