BOOK SEVEN

The shrill sound of the telephone jolted Pamela from her sleep, but she didn’t need to check the caller ID to know who was on the other end. Who else would dare call her at this ungodly hour but the man who believed he had the right to do as he pleased, whenever he pleased? And more often than not, he did just that.

Theodore, the notorious "Playboy Prince." Or, to use his full and rather grandiose title, Prince Theodore Kaid, the infamous, seductive, and impossibly handsome Prince of Khoshorbhan. The boss, and though he wasn't quite from hell, he certainly seemed to originate from a place just as dark and complicated.

She glanced at the clock, noting with a groan that it was four in the morning. “Jesus…it's too early…” she groaned. Even for Prince Theodore, this was an early call. Stifling a yawn, she picked up the phone, curiosity and irritation mingling as she wondered what kind of chaos he had embroiled himself in this time.

Had some fresh scandal about him broken out, likely fuele