Mama’s Boy

CHAPTER 92

CHLOE

FEW HOURS AGO

Brad's smug self-righteousness was starting to wear thin. His little act of the devoted "almost family man" with Alanna reeked of desperation and it wouldn't be long before someone saw through the facade.

He was playing his own game, manipulating everyone like puppets on a string. And me? Well, I wasn't about to be another pawn in his twisted chess match.

Across the plush hotel room table, Lucas fiddled with his cufflinks, a frown creasing his handsome face. "Chloe, this is a bad idea," he muttered, his voice laced with nervous energy.

A low chuckle escaped my lips. "Nonsense, darling," I purred, leaning closer. The scent of his expensive cologne tickled my nose, a heady mix of confidence and something more primal. "This is exactly what we need."

"Buying shares from the Westbrooks? That's practically poking a sleeping bear with a rusty spoon." He shot me a wary glance. "My mother, the Vogue Lady, will have my head."

A sharp laugh erupted from me. "Mama'