PRESIDENT'S CONTRACT WIFE

ought bitterly. Why does trouble always follow him? All she wanted was to do her job and avoid any

e this? She wasn't involved with Lucien, and she certainly didn't want to be. The last

't know Gray, and I've never met him!" she blurted out, her voice tinged with desperation. She didn't wa

ily, especially not by a woman. Is she serious? he thought, surprised. Most women would jump at the chance to win his fa

en said, his voice low and taunting, his eyes gl

about, sir? I don't understand!" she replied, trying to edge away from him. His imposing presence made th

r futile attempts to escape with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. "Don't un

name is Gray or Charles? Just get out of my way! But outwardly, she forced herself to play innocent, her eyes downcast,

She wasn't going to let some insignificant waitress steal the spotlight. "Can't you see my glass is empty?" Sulia said

r movements stiff and mechanical. She could feel Lucien's eyes on her the entire time, his gaze burning

self to breathe, relieved that her task was almost over. She was just about to excuse herself and swi

lia demanded, her tone

anked it deliberately. The glass slipped from their hands and crashed onto th

er face, the slap resounding through the restaurant. The sh

"Do you know how expensive this dress is? You couldn't aff

liation that hurt the most. She stood there, stunned

uettishly. "Lucien, look at what she did! My dress is ruin

at made Sulia falter, a flicker of panic crossing her face. What's wrong with him today? she thought, bitin

appening. He's supposed to be mine. This little waitress can't come between us!

n't going to let Sulia-or Lucien-bully her into submission. Who do they think they are? But