Marrying My Ex for Revenge
rns against the
ic appearance as a couple and every eye in the ballroo
rmurs near my ear.
grip on my champagne f
the emerald silk. Possessive. He
cene. Remind him that proxim
ough the crowd because these wi
ll is bringing us back together inste
," Adrian warns.
ed in Chanel glides toward us with a c
oria's eyes slide to me. "And with Elen
freeze water. "Still draining y
Still letting dead me
y before Adria
rigid against my spine. "They smel
works. "I used t
im into something different. Something b
n stands scanning the crowd. Six feet of surgeon's precision wra
ens against my back
I'd be here.
ff my waist. "Are yo
ne and set the empty flute on a
d stares at
off him to watc
is smile warm and genuine. He barely gl
ger just long enough for every camera in the room t
board." His hand finds my waist-the exact
the ballroom pivots toward us. "Let's move before the song forget
hand settles at my waist-respectful, appropr
and antiseptic. Clean. Safe. Ever
we begin to move. His voice hold
falter.
e, his smile never wavering for t
up my neck
for the record, when you're done playing games with Kane, I'd like to take you to
don't
music swells. "Would you like me to show
nie
ushes my waist. "I'm just telling you: when you'
of my palm, and walks away like he didn'
ed. Cameras flash. The gossip reaches a cr
catches my elbow.
er than appropriate for two people who hate each oth
ants
oo
s
angement. You get to watch me
ngers span my spine like he's trying to memo
ne of your
posed to b
osed to be
d my body betrays me
't w
me rem
is warm against my skin. "The way you hum when you're concentrating. How you
to
ne. "I've tried for five years to forget you.
ed people, society photographers, Victoria Ashford'
yes drowning in regret, mine
y mouth. My pulse h
five years of carefully constructed ar
pplause. Camera flashes. Every pair of eyes
away, but his fingers trail dow
ance." My voice does
le
inish. Before I do somethin
he exit with my coa
ack. But I know Adrian's eyes ar